Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth? - Simón Bolívar labyrinth is a maze or a complex system of paths or tunnels in which it is easy to get lost. A question I started to ask myself when my happiness started to sink. I wondered “how will I ever escape the labyrinth of suffering? Why am I here again? Will I ever truly be happy? Why am I like this? I’m a monster, I’m a narcissistic bitch, I’m a whore, I’m ugly, I’m problematic, I’m ignorant, I’m boring, I’m a burden to people’s life, I’m a waste of space.” I started to slowly see everything fade; turn from beautiful colors to boring black and white. I needed someone. I felt like I messed up my relationship with everyone. I felt like they were all judging me, it was easy …show more content…
I don’t know why I pushed everyone away. I never meant to. I never meant to do any of this. All of the stars were falling. I struggled. I saw flowers lose their beauty, nights would get lonely and were filled with anxiety, and things I found joy in felt boring. I fell. I started to lose hope. In the world, in people, in myself. It feels so awful waking up and hating yourself; especially when it turns into a daily thing. I just couldn’t stop thinking how much I messed up. My body was a target of my horrible thoughts. I began taking less care of it, I would constantly criticize it, but it did nothing to me. In fact it was always good to me. It helped me express myself, it also allowed me to stay alive. I can’t believe I didn’t acknowledge that earlier. It’s crazy how your mind can do so much damage, but it can also create so much love. Everything starts with yourself. I finally realized that. I realized people can give everything they have to try to make someone happy, yet they can’t achieve it if that person doesn’t try either. It was a hard at first. I found it hard to forgive myself for the hurricane I created. All of the chaos was over, therefore I was …show more content…
I wanted my happiness back, I wanted my mind back, I wanted my body back, but most importantly I wanted to love myself back. I missed Nathaly. I missed the girl that was confident in her body, she had so much love in her heart, Nathaly knew who she was and was proud of it. So why did it all fall apart? I know the answer. Now that I think about it I truly can’t believe it. I can’t wrap my head around how pathetic it was being sad over that. So now I slowly begin to love myself. It wasn’t easy at first, but someone once told me “fake it until you make it” and I did exactly that. As the days went on I felt better. Confidence and self love isn’t something you gain over night. Once you do gain it you have to realize you will still have days when you feel down. It’s a battle; don’t stop fighting. I began to no longer feel misery within myself and then one day something struck me. I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing and smiling and laughing and smiling and laughing because I finally felt pure happiness. the feeling was Sweeter than fruit, stronger than Hercules. For the first time in a what seemed like forever I finally loved myself. I was happy with the world, and
"Pan 's Labyrinth" is directed by Guillermo del Toro, is a magical realism drama. The screen shows the magical world of bizarre situations, a fictional out of Pluto 's daughter "Ophelia" to roam the world. To 1944 as the background, the fascist murder of guerrilla fighters as a real-world story. The whole film myth and reality are intertwined, is a complete metaphor and reflection on the Spanish civil war. One side is the little girl innocent fairy tale, while the Nazis are inhuman torture and slaughter. Two living scenes intertwined in a film, brings out a moral and human conflict. This is the child to see everything in the eyes, and what we see, it seems that the other world.
The Grand Odlum tells Colin that comes from a land far away, and that the only way to get to this land is to travel a long journey, which begins in a huge maze in the heart of a castle. The Odum tells Colin that this trip is not for everyone, and that there is only a possibility that it will answer any of Colin’s questions regarding life itself. Colin decides to take the journey, and enters the castle. Colin soon finds that the maze is much larger than he ever thought. It takes him a good 3 days just to get to the end, and even there he has to use teamwork to get through the end.
The film Pan’s Labyrinth, has several common concepts with Joseph Campbell’s theory on heroes in Hero with a Thousand Faces. His theory emphasizes on tests that show their moral and basic instincts for the rite of passage to their threshold, in this case, the underworld. Campbell’s theory is a concept that surrounds an individual’s journey to heroism. This concept pertains to Ophelia due to her circumstances as a child who ventures out on thresholds, tests, and so forth. Campbell’s depiction relates to Ophelia as he describes the levels in which one must attain and accept as a female heroine. Furthermore, his theory exaggerates on the making of a hero to the resurrection in terms of physical and spiritual transformation. Ophelia’s character depicts a hero who has been resurrected as a human. Thus, she begins her journey to cross the threshold, “pass from the everyday world in the world of adventure,” (Campbell). There are many stages in the film that depicts Ophelia’s introduction to the stages of being a hero. More so, it focuses on tasks, which Ophelia must pass or fail in order to determine her role in the film; Princess of the Underworld or just a human soul. This is lead by the faun who simply reassures a place of ‘paradise’ for Ophelia only with her cooperation to listen and follow her morals.
Film is a form of storytelling, and all stories are, in essence recycled, contemporary films must modernize a story of the past to make it accessible to modern audiences. This is the case with the film, Pan’s Labyrinth. The myth of “Theseus and the Minotaur” has been rewritten and modernized in the 2006 film, Pan’s Labyrinth. The myth “Theseus and the Minotaur” and the morals that exist within it, present a context in which it will be possible to interpret and analyze the film Pan’s Labyrinth as a modern day rewriting of the myth.
After understanding, and coping the problem a person can deal with their problem at hand by perhaps writing it down or writing about who hurt them, according to Melanie Tonia Evans, “this is self-recognition that will assist you in healing and reclaiming your right to perfect love, success and happiness.” A person can feel as if they were abandoned, unwanted, unloved, or forgotten. The most important thing though, is to stay positive about themselves at all costs. When a person loves themselves and is happy with their life it can make everything much easier and healing can begin. “Once you have validated and learned what you can from the experience, you can let it go and move forward. This won’t happen all at once. Those imprints are still there, and they need to be replaced with healthy, positive ones,” (Dania Vanessa.) The dysfunctional experiences that a person has from their childhood can pose as a learning experience that shaped someone into who they are now, from the hardships they
i didn 't feel like my myself as the weeks went by. i noticed a change, as in how they both acted whenever i was around. at anytime i would enter the classroom for music and one of them would be leaving i would put my head down. also, if i spotted them at lunch, they would roll their eyes and laugh. i noticed my attitude towards them changing because of it. i would wonder why things ended up so badly. it was as if this time i was a completely different person. the day came that my mom spoke to me and said, “dwelling on a situation won 't make anything better, what you have to do is move on” .ever since that day, it made me realize that my biggest mistake was letting friendship get to me. it impacted me so much, to the point where my attitude changed completely and the way i was acting towards others changed. i noticed that i wouldn’t smile as much as i used to, or even talk that much. in fact, i tried so hard to avoid several because i didn’t want to believe things had changed. nonetheless, the day came where something finally snapped and made me realize that i had to move on from the
Let the stream begin. Some body, some things, life and me, communicated the idea to talk now, not to leave it, to stay, and face up to the past, the places, the people, the pain, the many reasons why I left my home and family, all those years ago, to become a drug addict, an alcoholic, a wanderer, move nomadically from house to house, year to year, to live inside a prison, real and imaginary. I met hell. I met the devil. I met them both inside my head. I found out the hard way that humans could easily imagine evil. The path forward comes from the push to write and to deal. Yes, I felt happy in between the miserable spaces. My family helped me to survive and still do now, even more so than before. Without them, I would not exist, for in the darkest moments I realised that they kept me breathing. I want the virtual picket fence, ideal partner, children and career. They may or may not eventuate. Now as I regroup, look upon me with sober, straight and clear eyes, I can have anything. I walk to a lake, to sense nature, to allow the anxiety to live on these pages, to take shape, and mould into a form that speaks atonement.
The Maze Runner by James Dashner is a science fiction novel that includes action and thriller. The novel is about a sixteen year old boy named Thomas who wakes up with no memory from where he came from or who he is or what he was doing there and in a metal cage box surrounded by many teenage boys looking at him weirdly. Throughout the novel there is many science-fiction themes and characteristics displayed such as futuristic technology, alien, robot like creatures environmental and social changes also unrealistic and fictional events.
It had come to the attention of my family that I had some sort of psychological problem and something had to be done. I was always labeled as a shy and quiet kid, and like my family I had thought nothing more of my behavior. However, now it had become something more obvious. I had told my parents the kinds of problems I was having. Basically I didn't want to talk to anyone or to be anywhere near anyone I didn't know. I didn't really want to leave my house for any reason for fear that I might have to talk to someone. I was so critical and scrutinizing in relation to myself that I couldn't even enter into a conversation. Everyone seems to have a part of themselves that lends itself to thoughts of pessimism and failure, but mine was something that was in the forefront of my mind at all times. Something telling me that everything I did was a failure, and that anything I ever did would not succeed. Through discussion with my family it was decided that I should move out of my parents house to a place where I could find treatment and get a job. I was to reside with my sister Lisa, her partner Brynn, and their Saint Bernard in Greensboro.
Jorge Luis Borges’ thought provoking and fantastical literature stems from his philosophical mind. His stories, especially “Death and the Compass”, focus on labyrinths and identity. Borges fascinates his audience with his analysis of reality. He combines fact and fiction to create the perfect genre of mystery. His characters’ conquest for the unknown defines his use of detective fiction.
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
Do you know what catacombs are? Catacombs by definition from Merriam-Webster dictionary are “a subterranean cemetery of galleries with recesses for tombs —usually used in plural” (Catacomb). Frequently, the word catacomb is used in plural because all the catacomb tunnels are connected similar to a maze. Although the definition from Merriam-Webster states catacombs include recesses for tombs, they can also just be a passageway located underground.
Out of all of my horrible days, I could tell today was the worst. I woke up in a shitty mood. Not to mention it's only two in the afternoon and there absolutely no reason for me to be up. I’m already awake, there is no falling back to sleep. My stomach cries for food, but I can't give in, it has been twenty three days since I've ate. I self destroyed that's what I do, anything that will allow me to feel something... Drugs, binge, starve, basically anything reckless…
To be the person that I am now, I had to reflect and accept accountability of my past actions. My past is one that many would love to erase from their memory, a past, which remained dormant, until I found myself. The steps involved in regaining myself encompassed letting go of my anger and self pity. I had to look within myself and see my self’s worth, which lead to my belief that I ran away to college to forget my past. During the years leading to entrance to college, I became caught up with friends, cared way too much about my appearance, and became “that girl” who needed others to be happy. I lost sight of my goal, to become a lawyer. My goals were buried by my present materialization infatuation, thus my dreams, and my values, failed just to create a façade of which I came to despise. Through my journey and reflection, I came to appreciate family values and redemption. Like others, my trials and tribulations came full circle.