"...the real high virtues which we do not possess at all, we cannot depict except in a purely external fashion. We do not really know what it feels like to be a man much better than ourselves...To project ourselves into a wicked character, we hae only to stop doing something, and something that we are already tired of doing; to project ourselves into a good one we have to do what we cannot and become what we are not... The Satan in Milton enables him to draw the character well just as the Satan in us enables us to receive it." C.S. Lewis on the character of Satan in John Milton's Paradise Lost.
I admit that I usually have a love/hate relationship with antagonists. Examples? Cathy in East of Eden, and currently Satan in the poem Paradise Lost by John Milton.
Some might find it appalling that I should be able to sympathize with Satan when I am Christian. (This warrants a debate sometime. Let me know if you want to talk about it.) My attraction to these characters has nothing to do with wanting them to win, so to speak. I know they won't. Antagonists are flawed in ways that they cannot win; they cannot complete "the hero's journey." They experience no growth. I can't even say I LOVE these characters so much as I pity them. I empathize with them BECAUSE they are flawed.
I don't want to be bad (How very like Cal of me to make that proclamation). I don't know how to be good, which is a huge part of being human. C.S. Lewis was right about not knowing how to be better than we really are. I'm not going to let that be an excuse for my failures however. I must fight the self-imposed blindness and reject taking the easy route of succumbing to the bad. Enough pity parties. Enough anger. In the end, the only one I wrong most is myself.
Silly that I should start analyzing my reading on my blog. A sure sign I need to get off the computer.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Two Points for Honesty
I hated these visits, because I kept feeling the visitors measuring my fat and stringy hair against what I had been and what they wanted me to be, and I knew they went away utterly confounded.
-from THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath.
I grew up with people expecting great things out of me. And getting into whatever college was like the test to show everyone how great, or not I am. I guess I fell short. By a lot. Does this mean that people no longer have expectations for me? Whatever potential I had apparently went no where in the eyes of a lot of people. They are likely to believe that I'm nowhere near as smart as they had presumed me to be and nowhere near as ambitious. As a little girl I told everyone I would go to Stanford. Parents took me a little seriously I suppose. I no longer want to go to Stanford, but then again, how nice would it be if I DID have the option of going? And yes, I am still sore as hell about the whole college thing.
The college that I DID really want to go to rejected me outright and rejected my appeal. I didn't get into Berkeley or UCLA, though UCLA music was an option I outright turned down (a decision my mother would not let me live down). I feel as though I've let down so many people, especially myself. I should've worked harder, I know I should have. All I can really say now can just be summed up in four words: Hindsight sucks major ass.
I'm going to be honest now . . .
I am much more insecure than I'd like to let on. I am, hands down, a proud person and I hate admitting to my weaknesses. Most people are afraid to confront the worst of themselves. It's easier to vehemently deny the existence of a weak link in ourselves and ignore it rather than fix or accept the flaw.
I care more about what other people think of me than I'd like to let on. I put on the front, the mask, the walls to bolster myself against the possibility of an onslaught of judgments.
I feel unworthy sometimes, talking to some people. I feel like I wasn't high reaching enough or something, or I simply don't have the track record to be of any use to anyone. It's such a negative view that I hold of myself, but I'm just being honest now. I don't think I'm a stupid person, but I do think that I am a lazy one. My laziness has stood in the way of opportunities in the past and it's not something I wish for my future. More than anything I wish I could be truly self-confident. A little self-love can go a long way.
I just wish that in the following time I can finally be completely open and honest with everyone, especially myself.
A happier post next time.
Signing off,
C
-from THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath.
I grew up with people expecting great things out of me. And getting into whatever college was like the test to show everyone how great, or not I am. I guess I fell short. By a lot. Does this mean that people no longer have expectations for me? Whatever potential I had apparently went no where in the eyes of a lot of people. They are likely to believe that I'm nowhere near as smart as they had presumed me to be and nowhere near as ambitious. As a little girl I told everyone I would go to Stanford. Parents took me a little seriously I suppose. I no longer want to go to Stanford, but then again, how nice would it be if I DID have the option of going? And yes, I am still sore as hell about the whole college thing.
The college that I DID really want to go to rejected me outright and rejected my appeal. I didn't get into Berkeley or UCLA, though UCLA music was an option I outright turned down (a decision my mother would not let me live down). I feel as though I've let down so many people, especially myself. I should've worked harder, I know I should have. All I can really say now can just be summed up in four words: Hindsight sucks major ass.
I'm going to be honest now . . .
I am much more insecure than I'd like to let on. I am, hands down, a proud person and I hate admitting to my weaknesses. Most people are afraid to confront the worst of themselves. It's easier to vehemently deny the existence of a weak link in ourselves and ignore it rather than fix or accept the flaw.
I care more about what other people think of me than I'd like to let on. I put on the front, the mask, the walls to bolster myself against the possibility of an onslaught of judgments.
I feel unworthy sometimes, talking to some people. I feel like I wasn't high reaching enough or something, or I simply don't have the track record to be of any use to anyone. It's such a negative view that I hold of myself, but I'm just being honest now. I don't think I'm a stupid person, but I do think that I am a lazy one. My laziness has stood in the way of opportunities in the past and it's not something I wish for my future. More than anything I wish I could be truly self-confident. A little self-love can go a long way.
I just wish that in the following time I can finally be completely open and honest with everyone, especially myself.
A happier post next time.
Signing off,
C
Friday, August 04, 2006
Heroes
It's summer. Summer means movie release time. School is out, and work is more lax. What's interesting is the fact that we have so many movies that are based on real-life heroes and surprise successes like FLIGHT 93 and GLORY ROAD. And now, coming soon to theaters near you, WORLD TRADE CENTER.
The concept of heroes is not a new one. All cultures have their heroes. The media has theirs. Hollywood has theirs. No, heroes have been with us for a long, long time. Perhaps it is just me noticing the recent boom in movies that are based on REAL stories. Or maybe it's not a recent Hollywood trend, but one that has been ongoing for ages and I only notice now. In any case, I feel the need to share my thoughts about it.
We certainly love our heroes. We love glorifying all that is good, or at least the potential of greatness in everyone. These movies are an escape from reality. The reality in which 400,000 people die per year because of cancer sticks known as cigarrettes. The reality in which violence runs rampant in Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Darfur just to name a few. The reality of broken families and broken dreams. These movies give us a break from tragedies, some of which are the products of our own selfishness.
We want to believe in heroes. We want to believe that we can be heroes. So many of us are motivated by some desire to be great, just, and make an impact some where, some time, on some one. Is that not what it means to be a hero? But desire does not necessarily translate into hard-on, ugly reality. Too many of us do nothing because we wait for someone else to care, someone else to be the instigator, be the hero simply because it is too hard to take initiative. Often times we are cowards wanting to be heroes while waiting for the right ones to come along and save us.
I'm not saying that humanity is doomed to apathy or sloth or anything. God knows that I, too, wait around for things to happen to me too. It's just that with all the movies circulating about middle-of-nowhere teams winning national titles and September 11th I can't help but wonder why we need so many true stories to hit us in the face from a large or small screen. I suppose we need these movies to affirm the reality that success happens, and that tragedies occur but there are real heroes to step up to challenge adversity.
I do believe that heroism is something that should be celebrated. Heroism is the representation of the best in each and every one of us. There are so many success stories out there. Monta Vista's cross country team is a freaking success. The girls have gone to the State Meet 3 years in a row, which sharply contrasts to the image twenty years ago when football guys and field hockey girls were begged to run in meets. Our story is merely one of thousands everywhere.
How interesting that it can be so hard to motivate ourselves, when it's so easy to be motivated by someone else. Perhaps this is another sign that humans are social creatures and are not meant to survive independently of eachother.
Rambling post.
The concept of heroes is not a new one. All cultures have their heroes. The media has theirs. Hollywood has theirs. No, heroes have been with us for a long, long time. Perhaps it is just me noticing the recent boom in movies that are based on REAL stories. Or maybe it's not a recent Hollywood trend, but one that has been ongoing for ages and I only notice now. In any case, I feel the need to share my thoughts about it.
We certainly love our heroes. We love glorifying all that is good, or at least the potential of greatness in everyone. These movies are an escape from reality. The reality in which 400,000 people die per year because of cancer sticks known as cigarrettes. The reality in which violence runs rampant in Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Darfur just to name a few. The reality of broken families and broken dreams. These movies give us a break from tragedies, some of which are the products of our own selfishness.
We want to believe in heroes. We want to believe that we can be heroes. So many of us are motivated by some desire to be great, just, and make an impact some where, some time, on some one. Is that not what it means to be a hero? But desire does not necessarily translate into hard-on, ugly reality. Too many of us do nothing because we wait for someone else to care, someone else to be the instigator, be the hero simply because it is too hard to take initiative. Often times we are cowards wanting to be heroes while waiting for the right ones to come along and save us.
I'm not saying that humanity is doomed to apathy or sloth or anything. God knows that I, too, wait around for things to happen to me too. It's just that with all the movies circulating about middle-of-nowhere teams winning national titles and September 11th I can't help but wonder why we need so many true stories to hit us in the face from a large or small screen. I suppose we need these movies to affirm the reality that success happens, and that tragedies occur but there are real heroes to step up to challenge adversity.
I do believe that heroism is something that should be celebrated. Heroism is the representation of the best in each and every one of us. There are so many success stories out there. Monta Vista's cross country team is a freaking success. The girls have gone to the State Meet 3 years in a row, which sharply contrasts to the image twenty years ago when football guys and field hockey girls were begged to run in meets. Our story is merely one of thousands everywhere.
How interesting that it can be so hard to motivate ourselves, when it's so easy to be motivated by someone else. Perhaps this is another sign that humans are social creatures and are not meant to survive independently of eachother.
Rambling post.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Summer Days
Summer this year is possibly the most challenging summer I've ever experienced. I've never had to THINK this much, but then again I haven't attempted taking three classes. And work. I guess this is a mix of good and bad. I definitely do want to feel productive with my time, but my sacrifice is the precious time I can actually spend with my friends. I've seen fairly little of everyone this summer, and it saddens me. However, since I'll be around during the fall, I don't think it will be too bad, but it scares me how far away I feel from everyone even though I'm still in Cupertino . . .
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