Family

When I first read "Wuthering Heights" I wrote a paper on how Heathcliff was not a monster, I argued that the fact that he was not properly socialized or shown true love was the cause , Cathy and Hindley had the first years of their lives with their father who showed them how to love and were given much love. Heathcliff, on the other hand, came from the rough streets of London and the only true love he had ever really known, Cathy, was tossed about when she found something better. The reason why I believe this argument to be true is the fact that Wuthering Heights was so secluded, it was at least 8 miles to Thrushcross Grange, and the only Christen figure, Joseph, was worse than everyone else.
Today we don't have the problem of seclusion, at least in America. Look around you: Television, Computer, IPods, Phones and any other gadgets you happen to have. If you think of all the ways the media blasts into our lives, it is ridiculous! In today's culture we need some kind of shelter.I hope that when my time comes to have a family, if that is my vocation, I will be able to better shelter my children from the outside world which strips their childhood right from their hands.

Confidence

Last night I went out with a friend that I see once every year. I met her when I was in my early teens and when she was in her middle teens and we have kept in touch. I always listened to her intently, her stories were so grand and amazing. I found myself always drawn in. From what she said her life seemed amazing, she had so much going for her and the only problem was what to pick.Today her inability to stick to one thing has caused her much harm. I have always been afraid of that happening to myself, I love to tell stories and make my life sound a lot better than it is, there is such a fear of looking at ones life and having the reaction "what the hell have I been doing all these years?" After you begin to lie to yourself you get trapped in a vicious cycle of lying to yourself and eventually to others. There is something about confidence that messes me up so terribly, inside everyone is some kind of self doubt, whether we like to believe it or not.
I have always had the trouble of too much outer self confidence and too little inner confidence, which is the most important, for someone to be truly confident they need not speak of their achievements for they know inside themselves. Unfortunately there are not manyof these people.

Many Stages.

I have noticed how different life is from each stage, how something that can seem so terrible or awful at one stage in life, can turn out to be not so bad later. I suppose that is one of the wonderful things about growing old, you know more and have been through more, which gives you wisdom. I always felt that I knew more than everyone, not in the sense of pride, just because my life had been so different from those of my peers, where now I see that most of the knowledge that I acquired was in actuality harder to have than not.

There is something about the way the world works, there is something to knowledge that you aquire that is impossible to share with people, reason being that people must discover things on there own, that makes it that muh harder to have. Though there were many days I would have wished my life had been stereo typical, I am so much happier that it was not, otherwise the stories I have to share would be not as interesting.