Alright, I haven't blogged in awhile. The midterm was a doozie of writing, and I forgot to tack on some blogs while I was working out hand cramps. But never the less, here we are, its currently spring break. Its snowing outside, which I do not appreciate because its about to be April. Anyways, lets talk about some literature. The Passing, I really actually enjoyed this story, I really never have taken the time to look at how people act and see underlying things that they are hiding to be seen by society the way they are. But actually, we all do, even though we don't notice it. In our relationships with people, we talk of someone being fake, which in fact is passing. Which is quite interesting, we all know who we really are on the inside, yet sometimes when we go to say something we may stop ourselves because we feel that others may not see it as fitting or socially acceptable. I know I've caught myself doing this before, and I'm sure many of you have. Why do we do this, why do we all pass as something we are not? Why can't we just be satified with who we are, and how we act? In The Passing it is obvious that people pass because of the race barrier, but is this the only guideline for someone to be passing? I think not my friends. Race itself is a losely defined term, in which its literal definition does not incase what we as society use it as today. More and more these days we say that we are more excepting of others, and in some ways we are. But like I said earlier, we all call out to our friends when someone is being fake, even though we are also fake as well. So are we all insiders in a society which shuns the other? Or are we all outsiders in some fashion, because we really know who we are, and still mask the fact that we are different. Be yourself:
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
Theodore Rosevelt 1910
Love that quote!
