We live in a society where labels are consistently used to put people in categories so that one can easily box them up together. Not only that, but people also conform to these stereotypes that place them in those boxes so that they have a place in this society. A place that they could be comfortable, a place that they would feel a sense of belonging, a place that conforms to their ideas.
Recently, the question that I was asked the most is about my sexuality. This all boils down to the fact that I did not submit to neither of the community. People wanted to know for the sake of having a sense of idea about who I am and to put me in a box that belongs to all those concepts.
I don’t comply to the typical heterosexual male behaviours that society tends to place an idea about. Some of my attributes even contradict the fact that I am a straight male which others tend to question about even when I gave them the confirmation that I am. At times, it can get infuriating that they question who I am or try to place me in an abstract notion that they believe is right.
Labels that others try to put me on for their own understanding can be exhaustive. Trying to always prove a point wrong about yourself when you don’t need to can be damaging to your self-image and confidence. At times, I just wished to have the characteristics of a traditional heterosexual male so that they need not question. It would have been easier, it would have been better, it would have been simpler.
However, there is nothing that I could do that could make them change their perception of an ordinary straight male. As if I were to change my traits, it would be a betrayal of who I am and the journey that it took me to reach here today. Thus, all I am doing right now when they question my sexuality is to live by this quote: People are going to label you. It’s how you overcome those labels. That’s what matters. – One Tree Hill (Brooke Davis).
Have you ever wondered how your life turn out to be this way? Was it the steps that you had taken or was it a total coincidence. For something must have happened for you to be right here. Was it fate or was it the direction you were heading.
They say that you will find your way in life. You will find your purpose for your continued existence. But is there a point in this? Just living, day-to-day, not knowing.
Which made me wonder the meaning of life. Are we supposed to leave a mark in this world? So that other could remember us when we are gone. Or perhaps for the continuity of our kind.
Living each day to the fullest, For you will never know when is your last. Or waste it if you might, For who am I to judge.
For I am here still figuring things out. What is the purpose that God granted me this life?
There is a book published in 1944 which based on living organisms and how it managed to take place in this time and space. Meanwhile, there is another one about the definitions of life instead. But, it is not the answers I am looking.
Life is beautiful and tragic at the same time. While you are feeling alive, others are beaten down.
Some take one day at a time.
Living each moment, cherishing their presence.
Others plan the time they had.
The little things that seemed insignificant when life unexpectedly ends.
So tell me, what is the purpose of this?
Living each day while waiting for my existential ceased to exist. For I do not see the point in this. Leaving an impact, making a mark. All while waiting for death to arrive.
I wish I could say that I know my place. Perhaps God could tell his intent for me. For I long to know the answer to my question.
What is the point of living in this God-damn world?
A sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.
Exaggerated and self-indulgent tenderness, sadness or nostalgia.
The two strong feelings that desired of the past. The past that needs to be move on from.
The past that needs to be forgotten.
The past that is a nice place to visit but certainly not a good place to stay.
The past where it was filled with struggles.
The past where it was filled with unbearable sorrows.
The past where it was unrecognisable.
The past when demons come out and play at night.
The past when doubts and pain were a familiarity.
The past when letting go was the easiest thing to do.
Why am I still thinking about the past?
Because he is near and he is here.
And I am finally letting go for once.
“Happy Holidays 2015! It has been a rough year for the Quinns, but I would like to start by saying thank you for all of the well wishes and positive missives sent our way.”
Another Christmas on Nantucket finds Winter Street Inn owner Kelley Quinn reflecting on the past year as he writes a holiday letter to friends and family. Though the year has had its share of misfortune and worry, the Quinns have much to celebrate. Kelley, now single, at least is on better terms with his first wife Margaret, who is using her celebrity to lure customers to the inn in record numbers. Their son Kevin has a beautiful new baby, Genevieve, with the Inn’s French housekeeper, Isabelle; and their daughter, Ava, is finally dating a nice guy–her devoted colleague, Scott.
Now the Quinns are looking forward to celebrating Genevieve’s baptism, welcoming Isabelle to the family, and enjoying the cheer of Nantucket’s traditional Christmas Stroll. But just when a peaceful family gathering seems within reach, Kelley’s estranged second wife, Mitzi, shows up on the island after souring on her relationship with the inn’s former Santa Claus. Soon Kelley isn’t the only Quinn entertaining a surprise guest from Christmases past as lovers old and new gather beneath the mistletoe. With jealousy, passion, and eggnog consumption at an all-time high, it’s going to take a whole lot more than a Christmas miracle to get the Quinns–and the inn–through the holidays intact.
The book had a great setting into it. I love that I could imagine what was happening from the descriptive words of the author. The emotions of each character are well-received to the readers as it was written well. I could feel what they were going through and the transition from page to page was easy to read. The characters felt like real as I was reading it. The setting of the book felt surreal and I felt drawn into the book. Even though I had never been to Nantucket, I could envision the island and how vibrant it was.
However, I felt that the changes from each character were confusing. There were too many characters to focus on and I get distracted at times. I could not follow who is each of them. The ending was also abrupt and I felt hanging.
Overall, I love the imagery of the book. It was well-written with great descriptive words to enhance both the characters and setting. It was easy to get lost when reading the book due to that.
Is a new life possible? Because Shira Greene’s life hasn’t quite turned out as planned. She’s a single mom living with her daughter and her gay friend, Ahmad. Her PhD on Dante’s Vita Nuova hasn’t gotten her a job, and her career as a translator hasn’t exactly taken off either.
But then she gets a call from a Nobel Prize-winning Italian poet who insists she’s the only one who can translate his newest book.
Stunned, Shira realizes that—just like that— her life can change. She sees a new beginning beckoning: academic glory, demand for her translations, and even love (her good luck has made her feel more open to the entreaties of a neighborhood indie bookstore owner).
There’s only one problem: It all hinges on the translation, and as Shira starts working on the exquisitely intricate passages of the poet’s book, she realizes that it may in fact be, well … impossible to translate.
A deft, funny, and big-hearted novel about second chances, Good on Paper is a grand novel of family, friendship, and possibility.
The book contains a great amount of literary and linguistic theory. It takes certain readers to fully appreciate the book enough. The translation and interpretation of the author regarding La Vita Nuova by placing it into the story line was done well. The book has great insights of the Dante and the works that he had done in the past.
However, the no indicated speech could easily confuse the readers. There were times I was confused with whom was saying what. Readers must follow the dialogue carefully to fully comprehend what is going on. The passive sentences of the dialogue made it much more difficult to follow as well.
Overall, the book has such great elements into it that many readers can enjoy. It celebrates literary theory and well-off for readers to fully enjoy. The struggles that the characters go through show the capabilities of the author in writing it well.
In the hot September of 1942, Clare is waiting for the birth of her first child and trying not to miss her husband who is away fighting. The gift of an antique cradle coincides with sinister visions, and Clare realises something is threatening her.
I received this book from NetGalley for an honest feedback.
The theme of the book was dark and intriguing which excites me even more. I love the style of writing here. The book was well-written and the style of writing was easy to follow. It was easy to follow especially with how beautiful the descriptive the book is. The author was able to write about Pagan, Witchcraft and Wicca well. The main character, Claire, showed how worried she was about her newborn child and the weird dreams she had about something dark taking her child away. I felt that the book was well-written in overall aspects be it the storyline, character development and even the setting itself.
However, I felt that the book was long winded. The story line was too long which could drain readers from reading it. It felt repetitive at times and I could not understand the part in which she had a crush on the guy who helped her. That part was a little not well-explained on how he was able to be there when he was already dead. But otherwise, I just have an issue with the length and the repetitiveness of the book.
Overall, I found the book to be a great read. As stated above, the book was indeed well done in all aspects. The development from one stage to another was great and it went above my expectations.