Confusion overrules Sanity
Opposites attract Similarity
Affection eliminates Indifference
Confusion overrules Sanity
Opposites attract Similarity
Affection eliminates Indifference
Celie has finally been showing some of her strength, despite the fact that Mr. ____ has been needing it. His love of Shug Avery and the degrading words of his father has made him into the older version of Harpo. Maybe he was like Harpo when he was younger, desiring a woman that has a hold over him and loving her despite everything.
I was floating before
Nothing pulled me down
My body was weightless
There was no ground
Then you appeared
And I was anchored
I was confused
And I couldn't be franker
I complained
And spoke my mind
But you didn't listen
You just smiled
"Come with me"
You said with mirth
And before I could stop you
You fell face first
I was scared
And watched you fall
But then I followed
I haven't recalled –
Falling with you
You and I are one
Our story has just started
And will never be done
Celie discovers her strength and weakness. She knows that her strength could be fighting back, but her weakness is not being brave enough to show this strength. It's been ingrained in her for so long that she is weak and useful only for wifely duties, but there is do much more to her character and future. Celie is more than a wife, she is a woman.
Whenever I find myself thinking, I reminisce on the times in which I have flashes of bravery and boldness. When I think of these moments and the impact they had on the people around me, I find myself disappointed. Why is it that when I'm being myself, it's so different and shocking that I have a personality? Why is it confusing for me to be myself? True, I'm usually quiet in a classroom unless it isn't required of me, but am I truly so much a recluse that no one knows that I am human too? That I have blood in my veins, eyes that see, ears that hear, a mind that thinks, and a heart that feels?
My weekend was spent thinking about what I have as my own. I have my mind, my opinions, my body, my soul, my conscience. If I don't have control over what is mine, there's no way to promise success in my future. Too many opinions can overrule your knowledge of what's right and wrong, leading one to only follow what they feel is right instead of what is actually right.
There's also the fact that no one can actually tell for themselves if something makes them different. One may think they are normal just like everyone else, then find out they have a disability or a disorder. One may think they have a disorder and may use that thinking to justify their actions, when their opinions are simply blinding them from the truth.
Celie is given to Mr. as a way for her father to rid of her, likely to get to Nettie. When Celie goes with Mr., she finds out that the life given to her is riddled with the wild children of Mr. and feigning affection for him.
Today was filled with a sense of duty. Learning to be leader in anything is gradual for many people. It's important to think and also to rely on instinct. When they combine in the best of ways, a leader is born.
Celie is a girl learning about the world around her. Her father sexually abused her repeatedly and her mother was oblivious until death. Through Celie's struggle with protecting her little sister from her father, she learns about herself as a person under her father's supposed care.
Today, I learned that there is only so far one can think highly of themselves. We are all told as humans to be confident with ourselves, but confidence seems to lead people to not succeeding. It seems like if one is nervous and unsure, the most success comes from the source of the feelings.
Idiosyncratic: Peculiar or individual
Canonical: According to canon law
Modicum: A small quantity of a particular thing
Armed Confrontation: The clashing of forces or ideas
Eminence: Famous and respected within a particular sphere or profession
Freighted: burdened
Censure: To express severe disapproval of in a formal manner
Frivolous: Not having any serious purpose or matter
Banality: Unoriginality
Trite: Lacking originality or freshness
Canonically, even the most modicum of banality is enough to make any matter frivolous. The average idiosyncratic person is freighted to be trite despite the censure of those who have armed confrontations with the eminent unoriginal person.