Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.
Recently, I finished reading Mark Manson’s book entitled, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, and there is this passage that never left me ever since I read it. It goes on like this, “You can’t be an important and life-changing presence for some people without also being a joke and an embarrassment to others. You just can’t. Because there’s no such thing as a lack of adversity. It doesn’t exist. The old saying goes that no matter where you go, there you are.” …
The Catcher in the Rye has been one of the most celebrated American classics since its publication in 1951. This work has also been the magnum opus of J.D Salinger as a writer. Narrated in the perspective of Holden Caulfield, around the late 1940s or early 1950s, this novel tackles profound things about the psychological and identity crisis young people, represented by Holden, experienced back then as they journey through the reality of life.
Set in post-World War II New York, the environment of the story plays a…
City lights and busy streets
And the smallest glimpse from the lives of people you once meet
Opportunities and the loud thudding of your heart,
The screams of getting out of your comfort zone, of finally taking control
The continuous cycle and buzzing clockwork of life, it brings you comfort.
But not enough to call it the comfort of home.
No, this doesn’t feel like the same kind of safety of home.
Of finally tasting the first sip of coffee after a tiring day
Of releasing a long, deep sigh knowing it at least has been…
Milan Kundera opens The Unbearable Lightness of Being by explaining the concept of eternal return as well as introducing his two most important characters in the novel- Tomas and Tereza. Since the novel is narrated unchronologically, the way he describes his characters is very nondescript also unlike the way other literary works set out their characters. It is also noticeable how different his style of description to Tomas and Tereza is:
“She fell asleep. He knelt down next to her. Her feverous breath quickened…
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There are numerous things inside the novel which correspond to a much deeper meaning than what the literal word/s suggest/s. Even though the word/s (which suggest/s inner meaning) is vague in the first part of the novel, it somehow starts to establish its point for its audience later on. These words are interrelated in a way that they all suggest a lot of thoughts on how the story will be in the end as a whole.
Take, for example, the numerous times the word Mockingbird…
Things Fall Apart, being one of the earliest and most acclaimed African works written in English after World War II, has brought a great impact not only on the African community but on the whole world as well. This novel did not only set the light on the literary world but woke the sociological, economic, and even political perspectives of the people. In 2007, as Chinua Achebe received the prestigious literary award Booker Prize for Fiction, some of the judges of the said literary award explained…
They say that words can describe the best of all things.
It can heal, it can advise, it can give signs.
But for whatever reason today, my mind refuses to pump the best of words I needed to say.
I’ll try, but words, as much as they heal, advice, and give signs, they can also fail and fuck you up sometimes. But I will try.
I don’t know if it’s because I have to talk about my parents through this that I cannot seem to find the ‘correct’ combination of words and phrases, or is it just because I’m…
I have been in this tavern five years now—
Wondering with the skies until they bow.
Enlightening myself that I can be;
That I can remain in love, you will see.
I am not in the least bit tired, really
Going for nostalgia is what keeps me
Still waiting although it doesn’t make sense
With cries from my heart, I’ll find you I pledge,
I learned some tricks on how to rethink things:
Hardly notice it, better than nothing’s
I have always been here waiting, my love —
Waiting for you to be back, for me to have
If only I didn’t lose my chance to,
I’ll bid you goodbye, and oh, I love you too.
It has been ten bright years for us. We met during finals week in our first year in college. I was busy reading my management book when I saw her painting. She’s an artist. She paints. She also performs poetry then and there. She basically breathes art. Everything after that tiring day has been nothing but perfect. I’m not saying all those days were picture-perfect. Those days were perfect for me because I’ve got to share every day with her. We were not the matched made in heaven kind of couple, not even the sweet kind. We…