The Relevance of “You Know I’m No Good” in Modern Societies

You Know I’m No Good, written by author Jessie Ann Foley, is a detailed analysis on problems and struggles that people may face in modern society. The novel presents an extremely thought provoking narrative that strongly resonates with complexities and stigmas in modern society. Its exploration of the impact of labels, societal expectations, and general teen struggles offers valuable insights into the challenges that young teens may come to face in today’s world. As readers indulge in the piece, they may discover that they relate to any, if not all to some degree, of the characters the novel focuses on

On Teenage Problems and Issues

You Know I’m No Good portrays the tempestuous journey of Mia Dempsey, a young girl struggling with issues such as sexuality, drug abuse, and self identity. Throughout the piece, each issue is explored through her inner monologue. These themes are highly prevalent in modern society, where individuals are faced with constant pressure, confusion, and a never-ending need to find their own identities. Mia and her peers at school each demonstrate these struggles with incredible amounts of realism, sometimes to points where it may make the book’s audience uncomfortable. An engaging example of realistic turmoil is Mia’s battle with substance abuse. She turns to drugs and alcohol as a coping mechanism, seeking brief bursts of relief from the challenges she faces. This struggle mirrors the unfortunate lives of many individuals who find consolation in substances, demonstrating the pervasiveness of addiction in society. Mia’s journey through this struggle supplies the audience with valuable insight into addiction and its impact on people’s lives. In reading this, the audience may gain a better understanding and sense of empathy for people who are struggling with substance abuse in real life. Though that’s only one instance of how the book might educate its readers. Drugs and alcohol are merely one example of turmoil that teens and adults may face, and the novel tackles other issues wonderfully.

On Gender Roles and Expectations

Gender roles are an extremely divisive topic in modern society, even with how often it’s discussed. Unfortunately, male misbehavior is often pinned on young women, causing large sums of unnecessary harm. Mia’s experience with relationships in You Know I’m No Good highlights the intense need for society to question traditional gender roles and double standards. In the novel, Mia’s thoughts and monologues on the way she’s treated in contrast to boys exemplifies this wonderfully. Mia sleeps with with more people than the average teen. Society shames her for this, and shuns her behavior, saying it’s “unwomanly”. However, if a man does this, he’s applauded by his peers. The novel also alludes to the fact that Mia surrounds herself with boys just as much as she does with women. In doing so, she challenges the role of women in society, where they are expected to exclusively associate with other girls. In behaving this way, Mia challenges the notion of homogeneity among different genders and sexes, and embraces diverse social circles. The book serves as a great critique on the role of different genders and double standards in modern society. It highlights the importance of building a more inclusive society among all groups, where people aren’t held back by a multitude of inflexible gender expectations.

On Labels

You Know I’m No Good also tackles the negative effect of labels on individuals, using Mia as a prime example. Like many people in society, Mia is judged by the label given to her. The book asks readers to look back on the consequences of assigning labels to individuals, as well as how it can confine their identity and the way it may make them feel. Throughout the novel, Mia challenges the idea of labels. She’s said by society to be “troubled”, but she doesn’t believe that it fully encapsulates who she is as a person. This label causes her peers, typically those older than her, to treat her differently from other teens. On the contrary to others’ perspectives on her, Mia’s thoughts throughout the story demonstrate that she’s more than just the word assigned to her. Her character serves as a wonderful reminder that humans are multifaceted rather than one-sided. The novel highlights how important it is to approach other individuals with nuance and compassion, rather than looking at how others have defined them. Human’s lives are all filled to the brim with different choices and struggles, so it takes time to fully understand a person. You Know I’m No Good encourages readers to look past the words and labels assigned to others. In doing so, individuals in society can be allowed to connect further with each other and redefine who they are in the eyes of others.

Overall, You Know I’m No Good by Jessie Ann Foley gives readers insight into real life problems that teens may face in life. Through its realistic approach to themes such as labels, gender expectations, and teenage struggles, the novel manages to simultaneously entertain and educate its audience. Alongside this, Foley’s work serves as a poignant reminder of how important it is to show empathy and understanding to others. In conclusion, the novel encourages readers to consider the complexities of other people and their experiences, hopefully leading to society bettering itself through inclusivity and the acceptance of others.

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The Journey of Enlightenment

The Journey of Enlightenment

The film “Pleasantville,” shares many parallels with Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave.” Like the prisoners in the cave, the characters in Pleasantville start off confined within their own limited perceptions. The black-and-white world they live in mirrors the shadows on the cave wall, trapping them in a monotonous reality. However, this changes when David and Jennifer enter Pleasantville.

Their introduction of new ideas and experiences sets off a transformative process. One character who stands out is Skip, who becomes one of the first individuals pulled out of the “cave.’ His transformation from grayscale to colour serves as a metaphor for enlightenment. Initially, like other residents of Pleasantville, he is content with his limited understanding of life. But as he encounters new experiences and challenges the societal norms, he starts questioning his perception of reality. His transformation mirrors the freed prisoner in the cave, as he initially struggles but eventually embraces the vibrant complexities of life.

Furthermore, the presence of multiple “caves” in Pleasantville becomes apparent through its residents’  reactions to new knowledge. Each character symbolizes a distinct cave, it encompassing their own perspectives and biases. For example, Betty initially resists change, holding onto her monotonous worldview, while others like George embrace the transformation. This variety of “caves” emphasizes the diverse nature of ignorance and enlightenment. Each person’s journey towards understanding is personal and shaped by their unique experiences. Similar to Plato’s allegory where the freed prisoner returns to enlighten others, David and Jennifer’s influence spreads gradually, drawing more individuals out from their respective caves. The shift from black and white to colour acceptance of a reality that is no longer limited by narrow perspectives. It embodies the idea that enlightenment is not a one-time event but a constant, ongoing process.

 

It’s Time to Face My Reality

Darkness. That was the first thing to hit my system. It was like I was being transported to a whole different realm. A realm with an eerie presence and a sole purpose of isolation. Where my brutal reality served as the foundation for civilization and my depraved nightmares were the actuality. It was a place where I could not escape from my actions, and facing them was necessary, especially if there was any chance to move on in life.

I fought against the external force. I tried and tried until I no longer could, for it was too strong. I could feel its motives enveloping every part of my body, and the harder I resisted, the more diligent it got when trying to take over me. I ultimately gave up, and for the slightest moment, a sense of peace was bestowed upon me, but with that, my past was also brought to light. Tears streamed down my face. I remembered everything. Every painful memory I hid away, was brought back, as vivid as ever. Sorrow filled the air around me and I wished that the feeling would soon depart, however, every tiny detail from that horrible moment was dragged back to life and placed in front of me. I was forced to face my past. And there it was, illuminated with a bright spotlight; the girl that changed everything.

For a large portion of my life, I had lived in a small, lively town, where everyone was constantly getting to know each other. Each day I would see kids scurry over to their friends and discuss a multitude of topics. I always craved a friendship like that, however pursuing such a thing involved communication, something I lacked. Every time I would try to approach someone as an attempt to make friends, there was a certain voice inside me, a constant presence, always advising against it. Like an unruly companion, the voice was always whispering doubts about myself that began to sabotage my happiness, for instance, telling me I did not deserve friends. I was forced to watch from the sidelines as a result, and yet, one particular day I noticed a girl I had not seen before. Her blonde hair gently brushed against her shoulders and her eyes darted across the room. She was attentive, just like me. Each day I would look forward to seeing her, and although the voice commanded me to not give in, the desire was too great. She had a radiant smile that always lit up the room, but her compassion stuck out to me the most. It was not long before we began to build a connection. It started off with lighthearted conversations then shared laughter, and after a while we were inseparable. I had never felt the way I felt when I was with her. She made everything make sense but most of all, when I was with her the voice in my head no longer existed. For the first time in years, I finally felt at peace, and it was all thanks to her.

As our friendship kept on flourishing, I noticed sharing certain things about myself  that I normally would not tell anyone. It felt liberating. But like all nice things in life, it did not last long. Although I was happy, beneath the surface, the voice that I thought had left, started to call to me again. One second I would feel totally fine and the other, the voice would start to feed me lies about her. It told me how she hated me for who I was and that this was all front, a ploy. I hoped that my voice would leave and never come back but as time went on, the voice became overwhelming and took control of my life once again – but on a much larger scale. I lost all mental clarity and telling apart fake from real started to become very difficult. Each day the voice worsened. It got louder until I finally reached my breaking point.

 In order for the voice to stop, I had to do something about the girl, and until she was out of everyone’s life for good, nothing could go back to the way it was – simpler. 

It all happened in the woods. She laid upon the ground. her life slowly fading away from her eyes. With no emotion, I got up and left her there. I had not come to the realization that what I had done held such malice since the voice in my head kept telling me otherwise. It was always there to reassure me, to comfort me when I began to catch up to my senses. Soon I began to feel numb again, suppressing any and every feeling deep down inside, and with that my memory left too. I thought that I formed a new world for myself, a world where she never existed. A world that was carefully crafted to never allow such feelings to surface once more. But you can never escape from reality. Sooner or later the real word catches up to you and you are left stranded, compelled to accept the truthfulness of life. And finally my reality was here. I never thought that I would have to deal with these feelings and memories again, but here they were, staring right at me, and it was only until now I had realized the gravitation of my actions.

So now I sit here, weighed down by the enormity of my actions, with the guilt eating at whatever happiness I have left. The blood is on my hands and the memories will forever haunt me, and as a consequence I have to face this reality for the rest of my life.

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Being Trapped in a Digital and Social Cave

Being Trapped in a Digital and Social Cave

Plato’s allegory of the cave illustrates the difference between the world of appearance vs. reality. The text depicts prisoners enclosed in a dark cave, facing a wall where shadows are cast by a fire behind them. These prisoners mistake the shadows for reality as they have never experienced the external view of the world. Plato portrays a prisoner to be freed from the cave and is exposed to the world outside the cave. The individual is disoriented and blinded by the newfound sunlight. As time passes, the individual gains more insight of the external world and has a greater understanding of reality. The freed prisoner realizes the fire and shadows were not the real world. Inspired by this, he decided to tell his fellow prisoners who were unaware of the natural worldPlato's Allegory of the Cave: A Simple Intro. & Interpretation - Arts of  Thought about this new discovery. However, when he re-enters the cave, he is blinded by its darkness as he has gotten used to the natural sunlight. The chained prisoners see this blindness and believe they too will be harmed if they attempt to leave the cave. Ultimately, the Allegory of the Cave by Plato serves as a powerful metaphor for the journey of conformity, enlightenment, and the importance of questioning the limits of our perception. 

 

I can deeply relate to this text as I have been liberated from the darkness of the several caves before. In society, we often find ourselves trapped in what can be described as a digital cave, dominated by the era of the internet. From my own life, I recall the days spent submerged in social media, scrolling through seemingly perfect images and filtered moments. Each photo on social media created a new shadow on the wall, creating a false need for me to achieve an unnatural level of perfection and belonging. Despite this,Trapped in a digital world. Nomophobia is defined as the fear of… | by  Emily Prosser | Digital Society | Medium there were moments when I questioned the world of social media. Similar to the prisoner who glimpses a world of truth, I began to realize the reality of the digital realm. The carefully crafted reels and the constant need for validation made me want to match the near to impossible ideas shown online. This can be tied to the shadows in the cave, holding the prisoners back. As my eyes adjusted to beyond just the screen’s glare, just like the prisoner exposed to the sunlight, I realized how genuine and imperfect the nature of the world is.

 

I recall a specific instance where a friend of mine posted her luxurious vacation to Mexico on Instagram. Even though I was doing well earlier that day, seeing her post made me insecure about my own life. Being in Calgary that day made me wish I was in Mexico also vacationing like her. Rather than appreciate the beautiful day in my own city, I was envisioning myself spending time somewhere else simply due to something a friend had shared on social media. To my surprise, when my friend came back from her trip she said she hated it. She told me she was only posting to let people know she was gone. This allowed me to realize that young people of this generation are so hardwired to post on social media for external validation. They seek happiness from the likes and comments their peers give them and often forget to truly live in the moment and appreciate what they have. 

 

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We often have a preconceived notion surrounding particular hobbies or interests. Oftentimes we do not realize what we have been missing out on until we actually get the opportunity to try it. For instance, growing up I would see my grandmother knit all the time. I used to think that what she was doing was quite boring. As a consequence, I had this negative idea that knitting was only associated with elderly people and would not be something I would enjoy. However, one day I had to try knitting for an elementary school activity. Initially hesitant I slowly realized that I actually loved knitting. I enjoyed the tranquility and peacefulness of the process. This made me realize the importance of trying new things at least once. It is often impossible to know whether we will enjoy or hate something without actually experiencing it. Since then, I have been significantly more open-minded towards new hobbies and interests, even if they do not seem appealing at first.

 

Similar to Plato’s cave, humans can often find themselves limited to their own cave of comforts. Without the desire to leave this cave and try new things, we are limited in our worldview and perspectives. Uncomfort is often associated with negativity, however, without experiencing it we can never be certain of what we will gain. In conclusion, I have found myself trapped in a digital and social cave. By leaving these dark spaces, I was able to gain a broader understanding of life. It taught me to truly appreciate everything the world had to offer and to expand my horizons in terms of innovative ideas and knowledge. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Citations

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave: A Simple Intro. & Interpretation

https://medium.com/digital-society/trapped-in-a-digital-world-ca8772315624

https://www.jemediacorp.com/customer-perception-is-reality/

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The Simplistic Complexity of Reality

Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is often seen as one of the most renowned philosophical parables.  It presents a powerful message about the nature of reality, knowledge, and enlightenment.  Such simplistic yet powerful ideas presented in Plato’s demonstration are also prominently displayed throughout the movie Pleasantville.  Being released in 1998 and directed by Gary Ross, Pleasantville is an enchanting film that ingeniously intertwines the ideas of Plato’s allegory into a story set in the 1950s.  Through its characters and plot, the movie brilliantly conveys the message of Plato’s allegory, shedding light on the transformative power of knowledge and self-awareness.

In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, Plato describes a group of individuals chained in a cave, facing a wall.  They have been there since birth and are oblivious to the world outside the cave.  Behind them is a fire, and between the fire and the prisoners, objects are moved, casting shadows on the cave wall.  Due to their restrictions, the prisoners perceive these shadows as reality because they have never seen the outside factors/objects causing them to appear.  The core message of Plato’s allegory underscores the notion that our perception of reality is often limited and distorted by our beliefs, experiences, and the information we receive.  True understanding, according to Plato, is attained by breaking free from these constraints, turning towards the light (representative of knowledge and enlightenment), and facing the external world, thereby transcending the illusions of the cave.

In Pleasantville, the narrative revolves around David and Jennifer, two siblings who are inexplicably transported into a black-and-white 1950s sitcom named “Pleasantville.” This fictional world serves as a quintessential representation of Plato’s Cave.  The inhabitants of Pleasantville, akin to the prisoners in Plato’s allegory, lead lives characterized by blissful ignorance, unaware of the broader spectrum of emotions, experiences, and knowledge that exists beyond the confines of their small town.  David, who possesses an understanding of the reality outside Pleasantville, embarks on a journey to awaken the townspeople to the possibilities of a more colorful and dynamic existence.  As the residents gain knowledge and experience a plethora of emotions and ideas, their once monochromatic world gradually transforms into a vivid palette of colors.  This transformation elegantly mirrors the prisoners in Plato’s cave turning toward the light and perceiving a reality that extends beyond mere shadows.  However, not all individuals are open to new changes in their world.  Just as Plato implied that prisoners in the cave might attempt to deny the truth of the outside world, the residents of Pleasantville initially react with fear, confusion, and even resistance to the newfound knowledge and the introduction of color into their lives.  This resistance serves as a potent reminder of the challenge that comes with breaking free from the comfort of ignorance and embracing the unknown.  Because of this, it adeptly illustrates the duality of human nature—the inherent capacity for conformity and the potential for growth and enlightenment.  The characters in the film illustrate that it is indeed possible to evolve and change, even when seemingly trapped in a fixed, unchanging environment.

As for myself, several years ago, I found myself entangled in a routine that I refused to change, and I didn’t know there were exciting things waiting for me outside of it.  It’s like I was in a mental cave because I was scared and unsure of trying new things.  In other words, I didn’t realize how much I was missing.  I spent countless hours gratifying myself with video games and television, constantly reminding myself that this is what made me comfortable.  However, One day, my family had been invited to travel to a different country.  And to say the least, it was like stepping into a world of color.  At first, I was unsure about going because I knew that everything was going to be so different.  But a family friend encouraged me to take a chance.  When I arrived at the new place, it was like a light had been turned on.  Everything was exciting and different.  I got to try new foods, and experience new activities.  Every day brought something new, and I felt like I was learning and growing.  Just like in the story, it wasn’t always easy.  Sometimes, I wanted to go back to my old, safe routine as a result of being homesick.  But I kept going because I loved the adventure of learning and trying new things.  And in the end, my journey was a lot like the message in the story of the cave and Pleasantville.  It taught me that learning new things and trying new experiences can make life so much more exciting and interesting.  Just like the characters in the movie, I found that going from not knowing much to understanding more about the world is an amazing journey.

In conclusion, the filmmakers of Pleasantville skillfully integrate Plato’s Allegory of the Cave into a narrative that explores the transformative power of knowledge and self-awareness.  Through the characters’ journey from ignorance to enlightenment, the film vividly exemplifies the central message of Plato’s allegory: the liberation from the cave of ignorance and the embrace of the light of knowledge can lead to a more vibrant and meaningful existence. “Pleasantville” serves as a contemporary allegory, emphasizing the enduring relevance of Plato’s philosophical insights in our lives and society.

 

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“Caves,” in Real Life.

“Caves,” in Real Life.

The Path to Enlightenment: Plato's Allegory of the Cave I believe that education relates to the cave Plato talks about in the Allegory of the Cave. In the Allegory of the Cave, there are prisoners who are chained up and only are able to see the shadows on the wall. They never saw the outside world so their reality is this cave wall and warped shadows on the wall. The shadows can represent the limited knowledge they have about what is outside of the cave.

 

High School Teacher - Career Rankings, Salary, Reviews and Advice | US News Best JobsIn school, we are confined to learning specific things determined by our teachers, the curriculum, and our grade level. We do not get the opportunity to explore our interests does not come until we are “released.” Even if we have no interest in a particular subject, we still need specific grades to fulfill our academic desires. For example, I am required to get a high mark in social studies even though my passion is in math and science. The knowledge I gain is limited to what my teachers present. I cannot even ask any questions and am just forced to believe what they are telling me is true. They teach me my reality.

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Graduating from high school is our world’s way of being released from the cave. It allows us the chance to learn specific subjects that relate to our interests but, we are still fed the reality of our professors. Complete freedom only comes after graduating from university.

 

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I am currently in highschool and my older brother, who will graduate from university in about two years. He tells me what I will not need to know once I am out of highschool. I have no choice but to ignore him because in my reality, I have to know this information right now. In my grade 11 curriculum, I am required to learn and study photosynthesis even if I lack interest in plants. This is much like how the cave people do not understand what the freed people who come back are saying.

I am absorbing a specific perspective and reality based on my teachers opinions and values. True freedom will not come until I graduate highschool or university. 

 

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Lost

Lost

I never knew what it was like to feel lost until now.

I always imagined it happening in a place like this, a sort of romanticized version of tales I grew up hearing. The aesthetic of wandering through an enchanted wood, filled with wondrous creatures only a child’s imagination could conjure up, was attractive to me. I envisioned what it would be like to traipse down a small path in the woods, past towering oaks and flowers in every shade from magenta to periwinkle, and to stumble upon a castle. I would carefully explore its depths and relish being able to exist in such a regal place, a place where, surely, noble kings and wise queens once lived. The woodland creatures would keep me company, and I would live out the rest of my days in that euphoric paradise, pretending I was someone powerful, beautiful, vivacious. 

My fantasy never really extended far beyond the “happily ever after” ending. I suppose I just thought that if I could find that castle in my mind, my safe place, my sanctuary, that I would be safe from anything the world could possibly throw at me.

I’m not standing in front of that castle yet, but I am surrounded by the forest I always imagined, lush and full of life, with colours of jade green and aqua blue in the leaves, velvety emerald speckled with drops of gold on the forest floor, and a mysterious, lavender fog kissing my ankles. For all its beauty, the woods seemed to have a sort of dark undertone, one you wouldn’t pick up on at first glance. Something felt off, but I couldn’t place my finger on it.

A path, wide, long, and dark stretched out before me, leading deep into the woods. Something about that path told me that starting down it was a point of no return.

I craned my head upwards to look at the sky, but a sharp pain stabbed my skull as soon as I tried to look up. It was like there was some small creature trapped inside my head, trying to break past the bone and tissue.

Naturally, I quickly lowered my head, and the pain subsided, but it was replaced with a strange feeling in my gut. A stone was sinking in my stomach and twisting it like a wind-up toy. Something in the back of my mind seemed to recognize this sensation, but it quickly disappeared as I started trudging down the forest path. 

Wonderment filled me. This was the world I had dreamed of. The fact that I was here was surreal. Everything was exactly as I imagined it. The forest was almost alive with its colours and sounds and scents that beraded my senses. The soft creaking of branches tickled my ears. The vivid sage and juniper shades jumped out at my eyes. The air smelled as if it had just rained, fresh and full of possibilities, while the delicate, violet mist gave my skin a pleasant chill whenever I brushed it. 

It was almost uncanny how much this place matched the one I had envisioned in my head. I felt a sort of security and comfort in this forest, as if I could stay here forever. 

As I continued my stroll, drinking in the beauty and magic around me, I felt something in the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right. 

I could stay here forever.

Something is off.

I feel safe here.

The place can’t be trusted.

A familiar feeling, a stone sinking in my stomach, twisting it like a wind-up toy.

A flash of silver catches my eye. As I glance into the trees, away from the forest path, I see a door. It is blacker than black, made of obsidian, with intricate silver details depicting images I can’t quite make out.

The lilac haze builds near the door and it’s suddenly gone. 

I continue to walk, but the sight of that door still uneases me. 

Wow, everything here is gorgeous! Just like a fairytale!

I continue to walk. Time seems to be irrelevant here. At some point I see light up ahead. A clearing. An end to the path. I’m not sure I want this journey to end. It’s been so pleasant. My mind feels fuzzy, I’m in a state of euphoric bliss.

A castle. Just like the one I always imagined. Grand and regal, abandoned, but still proud. Worn stones make up its walls, poison ivy creeping upwards, and tarnished brass gates guard its entrance.

It’s uncanny how similar this is to my castle, my safe place, my sanctuary from my imagination. Again, there’s something about it that doesn’t sit right with me. A darkness and danger seem to ebb from this castle. 

“Glad you finally made it.”

A voice from the shadows.

A familiar feeling, a stone sinking in my stomach, twisting it like a wind-up toy.

A flash of a memory comes to my mind. Taunting voices. Rough hands pushing in the dark. Cold, cold and alone. Then, falling, falling, falling into the abyss.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

The voice speaks again.

A creature catches my attention, lounging atop one of the ancient tree branches. Bright, teasing eyes. Ginger ears and a fluffy tail. A smile that promised nothing but trouble.

“Go inside,” the Cheshire Cat says.

I continue to stare, realizing that this is the first sign of life I’ve seen or heard in this forest. That’s what was missing from my fantasy. The forest I just ventured through was not teeming with the magical creatures I imagined it would be. Another warning flag.

“Why should I go inside?” I ask. “Is it dangerous?”

The cat laughs. “Of course not! This is the one place you can be totally and completely safe.”

I hesitate. “What’s inside?”

A grin so bright it could be a sliver of the moon. “Memories.”

A familiar feeling, a stone sinking in my stomach, twisting it like a wind-up toy.

I’m standing somewhere high. I can feel the wind biting my skin, edging me closer and closer towards the edge. I look down. It’s a blur of a bustling city night. Lights and sounds and darkness. So much open air. It calls to me.

The memory fades and I’m standing in front of the mythic castle. My safe haven. I step inside, heavy doors creaking as I push them open. The air is cool, damp, full of possibilities. I venture down the long hallway, lit with the warm light of torches. This is just as exciting and mysterious and deliciously intriguing as I thought it would be. 

Windows appear on either side of the hallway. I peek inside one of them. I see myself at a skating rink, gliding on the ice effortlessly and laughing as if I didn’t have a care in the world. 

Another window showed me at some sort of party. I’m smiling again, a sort of innocent joy that doesn’t last long in a child. 

Memory after memory appears. I only say ‘memory’ because that’s what the cat called them. None of these scenes look familiar, and I haven’t yet been able to explain the sense of soft doom building inside of me. Subtle, but still there. I cannot ignore it. 

A flash of silver catches my eye.

A familiar feeling, a stone sinking in my stomach, twisting it like a wind-up toy.

I’m standing somewhere high. My toes curl around the edge, as if trying to keep me from falling. But I want to fall. The freedom would be invigorating, electrifying. Besides, what did I have to lose? I allowed my muscles to relax, the dread evaporated as I fell. The stone in my stomach seemed to lift as I free fell into the darkness. The taunting voices, angry shouts, and pain melted away.

I stared at that door again, intricate silver threads sparkling temptingly in the torchlight. I reach my hand out.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.”

That cat.

I turn to face that sinister grin. “Why?”

“It’s an unpleasant memory,” he said, picking at his teeth with one of his razor-sharp claws. “In my experience, it’s just best to try to forget the unpleasant things that happen.” He motioned towards the glowing windows of memories, lighting the path behind me with a comfort that I could grow used to. “Focus on these, instead.”

I couldn’t find any reason to question this creature- he seemed to know more about this world than I did. I can’t say how long I spent in that hall. Happy memory after happy memory flashed before my eyes, filling my mouth with the taste of sweet joy. I was in a state of euphoria, drinking in the exhilaration that each image brought to me.

All the while, that black as night door loomed in the background. The cat encouraged me, “Don’t go in there. Wouldn’t you rather live in happiness than relive that awful memory?”

But for the life of me, I couldn’t think of what could possibly be behind that door. The curiosity was all-consuming. I had to know. 

But it might upset me. Isn’t it better to live in ignorant bliss rather than painful knowledge? Take the blue pill.

But isn’t awareness better than ignorance, even if it hurts? Isn’t it better to know rather than to wonder? Take the red pill.

I finally turned around. I had made my decision. The cat tried to block my path. “What are you doing? Don’t you know that that memory will only cause pain?”

“No, I don’t know. That’s the problem.”

I expected him to come at me with his teeth like daggers and claws like knives, to stop me at any cost from going through that mysterious door. The cat didn’t move. “Have it your way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I feel like I’m in a movie, edited into slow-motion. I see myself step forward, reach for the handle, start to turn that cool silver knob…

A familiar feeling, a stone sinking in my stomach, twisting it like a wind-up toy.

I push past the discomfort, open the door, and a flash of light blinds me.

The memory comes back in a rush. I’m standing on the roof of a building, high, high up above the city below. My fear of heights is overcome by the depression that weighs my soul down. No one likes me. My family, peers, even people I don’t know tell me every day. If no one wants me, what’s the point of trying to be liked? What’s the point of living?

As I step off the edge, that stone disappears from my stomach, every weight is lifted from me. I’m free-falling, wind tossing my body this way and that. I’ve never felt anything so free, so uncontrolled, so electrifying before. 

What I forgot was that all that goes up must come down.

My body flopped like a ragdoll on the pavement below, my bones snapping like twigs and my skull crushing into the ground. I’m floating above my broken body, an observer. I know that this will be the turning point in my life. The weight of dread in my stomach is gone, but I know that returning to my body will cause more pain than I can imagine. It would be easy to let myself float up, up, and away. I could live forever in that fantasy world I had created for myself, roaming the endless beauty of the woods and forever be a lost boy. 

Was I ready to give up life? To give up the feeling of the warm sun kissing my skin, the sound of a loved one’s laugh, the sight of the mirage of sunset colours I so loved? All for a fantasy, for happiness. Fake happiness.

I wake up with a jolt. The scene from before was gone, and with a rush of agonizing pain in my limbs, I realized I had made it back. 

I’m in a hospital bed now. I know that my journey back to life will not be easy, but I do know that anything that’s real, even if it hurts, is far more valuable than the peaceful, fickle bliss I felt before of being lost.

Perceived Reality

Perceived Reality

          The affinity behind perceiving what truth can be is founded upon what reality is, sensed by the beholder. Although establishing truth compels individuals to rely on facts their environmental awareness identifies, truth perception distinguishes our views of reality. Philosophers commonly define reality as a substance in an external world; to exist without the need to be proven to live is to be real.

          Therefore, if an individual’s truth is what they solely perceive and believe, it soon becomes their reality. With this logic in mind, human beings in society choose blindness and cannot comprehend the fullest of reality as their insight into reality is based on what they perceive, which holds true in their life. This creates the whole aspect of ignorance, as it is created by the unwillingness to be open-minded.

          In the dialogue, Allegory of the Cave, Greek philosopher Plato writes a story about people existing in a cave between a conversation between two characters, Socrates and his follower Glaucon, which serves as an allegory for human society. He writes about prisoners chained up to a rock wall deep within a cave, with light illuminating. With the inability to turn their heads or bodies, they cannot see the light source and are forced to perceive solely what is in front of them. This leads to other individuals waving puppets on sticks above their heads on top of the wall where the prisoner’s backs face, reflecting shadows on the walls of what the prisoners see.

 

          As their perception of the cave wall is what they deem as accurate, it becomes their sense of reality. If one were to unshackle the society of people and lead them out of the cave, they would refuse to believe the outer world as authentic in the form of ignorance, as their eyes cannot adjust to the brightness of the world immediately. However, if one is open-minded to the world and alters their perspective (letting their eyes adjust to the brightness of the outside world compared to the luster of the cave), they will eventually see absolute truth.

           Throughout the dialogue, Socrates and Glaucon have a back-to-back discussion about people existing in a cave, and the idea of unshackling individuals and guiding them away from the cave is introduced. Socrates conveys the concept by stating, “Under that light, would his eyes not be nearly blinded, unable to discern any of those things that we call real?” In this quote, Socrates suggests that individuals who achieve the truth behind the existence of another perceived reality by seeing the world around them will be unable to do so as the sun would be too bright. Furthermore, this implies that they would be unable to properly observe the world around them, which can symbolize ignorance in individuals. That said, that would indicate how individuals will choose blindness in society as they are so used to the world that they see it as the “truth.” For example, compared to a normal-sighted individual, color-blinded individuals could not correctly understand how to visualize colors as they had never seen them before. All they could adequately do was portray them with their conception of what it looks like. It would be impossible to shape their perception to see the complete truth. 

          In conclusion, what individuals portray themselves to see can determine what clear truth is. Perception shapes what has deemed the truth to be interpreted based on the beholder. With this in mind, human beings choose blindness as they cannot come to terms with solid truth as they are too used to their perceived reality. This intern shapes what is defined as ignorance in society.


Citations: 

http://thirdmonk.net/knowledge/plato-allegory-cave-animation-analysis.html

https://www.thoughtco.com/the-allegory-of-the-cave-120330

https://heartofashepherd.com/2014/09/30/proverbs-3017-the-eye-is-the-window-to-the-soul/

The Power of Perspective

The Power of Perspective

“Look at the City from Here” by Faiz Ahmed Faiz is a poem that invites the reader to view the city from a different perspective. The poem begins with the speaker inviting the reader to look at the city from a high vantage point, saying

“If you look at the city from here

Brodway, the main corridor of the cellhouse dividing B and C Blocks of Alcatraz Prison at Alcatraz Island.

You see it is laid out in concentric circles

Each circle surrounded by a wall

Exactly like a prison”.

The poet is suggesting that by changing one’s perspective, they can see the world in a new light and gain a different understanding of it.

The poem further goes on to represent a powerful indictment of urban life. The city, with its walls enclosing each circle in concentric circles, is likened by the speaker to a prison. The streets resemble prison inmates’ dog runs because there are no checkpoints, destinations, or exits. Every young man and woman in the city are marked as criminals and slaves, respectively, losing any sense of self-respect and control over their life. The poem is filled with dark imagery, with the color of the walls appearing to be either blood or roses. The poem is a powerful condemnation of the oppressive characteristics of city life and the potential loss of freedom and uniqueness they may bring. This image of the city as a place with no escape emphasizes the idea that urban life can be suffocating and oppressive, with people feeling trapped and powerless. The speaker suggests that anyone who moves too quickly is immediately suspect, saying “If anyone moves too quickly you wonder / Why hasn’t he been stopped by a shout”.

This image of the city as a place where movement is restricted emphasizes the idea that urban life can be stifling and oppressive, with people feeling like they are constantly under surveillance. The poem is a powerful condemnation of the oppressive characteristics of city life and the potential loss of freedom and uniqueness they may bring. The phrase “no one” is used repeatedly to highlight the lack of agency and control that city dwellers have over their surroundings. The phrase “Every young man bears the brand of a slave” stands out in particular because it emphasizes how repressive the society is and how individuals are coerced into compliance.

In conclusion, “Look at the City from Here” is a powerful commentary on the oppressive nature of urban life. By emphasizing the idea that the city can be suffocating and oppressive, the poem suggests that urban life can be a difficult and challenging experience. However, by embracing the contradictions of the city and viewing it from a different perspective, one can gain a deeper understanding of the world around them.


Margaret Atwood‘s poem “Siren Song” is a powerful commentary on the nature of power and control. The poem is written from the perspective of one of the Sirens from Greek mythology, who lures sailors to their deaths with her enchanting song. The speaker says, “I don’t enjoy it here / squatting on this island / looking picturesque and mythical / with these two feathery maniacs”. This image of the Siren as a captive on her own island emphasizes the idea that even those who have power can be trapped and confined by their circumstances.

The poem also discusses how the siren’s singing might be used as a tool of control. “I don’t know how you got here / but you’ll never leave / you understand, of course / that we must bind you all”. The idea that the Siren’s singing is a form of control and that the sailors are powerless to reject it is highlighted by this representation of the Siren as a cptor. “I will tell you the secret to a perfect lie / the trick is to keep your victims / from ever feeling they are victims,” the speaker claims, implying that the sailors are being held captive by the Siren’s singing.  

 

The poem also touches on the idea of the Siren’s song as a form of seduction. The speaker says, “I sing them down / to join me in the sea / God knows it’s easy to do”. The idea that the Siren’s power is derived in her capacity to seduce others into their demise. Which is further emphasized by this depiction of her as a seductress. “I don’t know how it is you are able / to turn off the sound of the sea,” the speaker says, implying that the sailors are unable to withstand the Siren’s song. The idea that the Siren’s power comes from her capacity to influence other people’s ideas and emotions is emphasized by this depiction of her as a seductress.

“Siren Song” is a potent remark on the nature of power and control, to sum up. The poem makes the point that control and seduction can take many forms, and that power can be a potentially harmful force. However, the poem also implies that strength can be a source of beauty and enchantment by looking at the Siren from a different angle. In the end, the poem challenges the audience to reflect on their own connection to authority and control as well as ways in which they can harness their own power for the greater good.


Sources:

https://securityboulevard.com/2022/04/influence-vs-manipulation-what-is-the-difference/

 

https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DjVVL_zPsMNI&psig=AOvVaw00Fi6dIMlTXOSDjeaLmKIP&ust=1685075696264000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CBEQjRxqFwoTCOiO8-HTj_8CFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE

https://www.istockphoto.com/photos/prison-hallway

 

 

The Hindrance of failure – By Dex Foster

The Hindrance of failure – By Dex Foster

           The Hindrance of failure – By Dex Foster – February 23rd 2022

When a person with low self-esteem is presented with an opportunity to learn and grow, they will refuse thinking that they won’t be successful and doubt themselves and their abilities. This further cements their ideas of failure and hinders gains of growth in the individual.

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           I created my thesis statement as well to represent the lack of confidence in myself and the doubting of my own abilities and how it’s kind of brought me down. My thesis statement quotes quotations when a person with low self-esteem is presented with an opportunity to learn and grow, they refuse to think that they won’t be successful and to doubt themselves and their abilities. This further cements Their ideas of failure and hinders gains of growth in individuals. This is reflective in more parts of my life and one, part of it is the lack of motivation I have to do work and things that I enjoy. This was once referenced by my image showing a photo of a pencil and paper representing my love to draw.

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The art project I feel was neglected due to my insecurities in my efforts.

As I get older drawing becomes increasingly more difficult it makes it more complicated to draw when I just don’t have the time. The biggest part is self-doubt and laziness. I myself never like to see the products because I felt that I could be more successful. I would draw and draw and I would never come across an ability or skill that I could adapt to create something I like. I felt as though I couldn’t be successful and it hindered my ability to really hone in and practice my skills in Drawing. Another image represented by bicycle in my image conveys that I used to really enjoy mountain biking, it was one of my favorite outdoor pastimes besides camping and if you’re doing It together.

 

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I began to start choosing easier video games, in particular, and it meant I was falling behind with my skills with the people I enjoyed biking with. I made it harder to continue to go out and do this because I would never be as successful in attempting trips and jumps as I was with my friends.

My 1981 VW scirocco, my ever lasting project

The tools are representative of my car, I enjoy working on it and I enjoy driving it but many times I worry about failure and the impacts that it will cost me. Many times I am able and have time to work on it and I will enjoy it, but failure looms in as making a mistake can cost me more money in time. I’ve become less confident with my abilities. I feel more reliant on my father for help with my vehicle and it only further appreciates my value of myself. All of this links back to make a statement about my life that one percent with an opportunity to grow I will refuse because I feel that the time will be wasted and it will only further push me away from doing what I enjoy.