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Watching that movie was like a journey through a mirror.
Every single event seemed to have attached itself to me, that if I didn't need
to write about it, I'd still have the same sick feeling in my gut. I found
existentialism in every scene and every dim moment of the flick, when Batman,
the Joker and his smile of scars, the mob, the people, or Gotham in its own way
try to escape from the harsh reality of being in the roles they were born to
fill. Batman for instance, as seen by most tele-viewers, was looked up to as a
role-model, a savior. In fact, he was the reason why people had to panic. It
wasn't because they were scared, it's because it was their job, as simple city
folk, to not do much and run. And the cops along with the Gotham criminals all
falling under the same category, still playing their roles perfectly. The
beginning of that movie told so much crap that it made me mad. How is it that
we can easily put ourselves in the positions were not meant fill and resent the
differences in other people? Take Batman and the Joker for example. In one seen
they were labeled as 'freaks', both strangely unique and yet it amuses me as to
why people should really care. What is normal anyway?
But the Joker was one strange character, the only one who actually made sense
to me. He was the only one who had an ACTUAL identity. His actions, his drive,
his purpose; everything that he is is he, and not as anybody else had stated.
As the movie opened, I understood that as his "true" character was
slowly trying to be diminished (by fitting him into the perfect stereo-type
villain), his rejection of which becomes more and more enraged. He comes out as
not only a villain but the only non-hypocrite in the entire movie. I'm saying
this because he does not lie to himself and he doesn't want to be anything
which people can put a name to. He is what he is, and that is was
existentialism is all about. Personally, I think this movie really had it's
'real' moment of epiphany as it reeled towards the ending. Nobody's trying to
be the hero anymore, everybody's just trying to be themselves.
This is where the responsibility, despair and contingency comes in. How far
would you go to please people? How much would you be willing to shell out if
you can blame it all on another person? Of course, we've all seen how the movie
turned out to be in the end. Batman escapes and the Joker, too(duh). But what
does it all mean? How is this useful to us in this kind of existentialism?
Because we are real, doesn't mean we are truly 'real'. And to be tangible, true
and authentic, as mentioned in class, is to find ourselves. It's not about
proving who we really are, but doing it and escaping everything else beneath
us. This movie is a message, to set everyone free, they must believe in
themselves not trying to be what other people want them to be. In the search
for the real truth, we have to find our purpose in the world, and what we have
is our lives. And based on my understanding, existing is not enough. We can be
non-existent and still be real at the same time. I believe it is how we'll be
able to free ourselves from the anxiety, the despair, the pain; to find the way
to happiness.
And so we go on with our lives, defining each individual as we should, not
knowing the boundaries and the limits of each word. The names, the labels the
figures of speech are all ways to cover the truth, to reveal what is now an
'apparent truth'. What we now call the norm becomes an illusion of man’s desire
for equality. Maybe in equality, man sought for peace and justice, perhaps,
also the end of war. But the irony is that we were not created EQUAL. We
couldn’t be equal even if we tried.
And that mirror I mentioned about, it's still there. It's always there, in our
homes, our rooms and in our hearts. We know what we need to be deep inside. But
we all can't afford to lose what we have now. It's the same sick image we see
every single waking day of our lives in front of the floor-length mirror right
beside our beds. And whenever we think about what we could be, we tell
ourselves that it's all bullshit because we say "we can't be", and
then eventually, (predictably) we won't be. Because we think we can't afford to
lose what we've got now. But now is not forever, and we can't preserve 'now'.
We're not geniuses but we can be what we have to be if we desire it. Nobody has
to make sense of it. And nobody should, only we can do that. Until then, we can
keep looking into that same mirror, see that familiar grim plastic face, and
throw up on our carpets every day.
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| "...a person who offers views or theories on profound questions in ethics, metaphysics, logic, and other related fields", as stated in Dictionary.com. According to the website, this is what a Philosopher is. But why does anyone want to offer their views which may or may not even be true? I may understand how and at some point, what triggered them to do so, but why? Give me an answer that will give me solid proof that what they're doing is of benefit to somebody, anybody. Give me an answer that doesn't lead to an endless pool of mystery. It's ironic really. People find the strangest cravings to find something which doesn't want to be found, like another galaxy millions and millions away from our grasp. It's like people can't get enough knowledge let alone truth, as if it was our destiny to discover it. But what happens after knowing? What stage succeeds the stage of knowledge then? After learning it, what do we do if we we're not to create anything out of it?Although it's not a written fact, but I personally believe that it is the only stage of beauty.
Human beings find the will to wonder, to think, to believe in the things they want to without anybody stopping them. It's a never-ending process of wonder, the "Stage of Beauty" as I call it. I say this because there are merely no REAL stages in life. It's infinite, like the process of knowledge. The thrill drives us wild. The fear of not knowing makes us uncomfortable. But why so? Another question yet to be resarched about. But aren't we all true philosophers in our sinful hearts? We crave to know what we do not know. It's simple, ironic but still beautiful. The belief that a higher being has given us the power to do so must have some connection in all this. Somewhere in the back of His mind, he must've thought of giving us the ability to think for some reason not known to man. Thus, our inner philosopher was born.
I had been, throughout most of my years a true philosopher as I am able to think, question, ponder and synthesize my thoughts. But what I've done is of no variance to what any other man or philosopher has done. I've created whirlpools of thoughts in my head, even in my writings with some of them answered but most of them not. I choose to write of truth, how I look, feel and sense other things and especially people. It's my most favorite part of living and being alive in the state I am now. I also like to toy with words, making them my own as if I've claimed them. Love for instance, my darkest demon of art. I prey on those who hurt and those who rejoice in the true feeling of being in love. The thoughts I stumble on bring out the most of me, the me that never came out on regular sunny days. It's wonderful to be able to write about the mysteries of love. And if I had the title of a real and certified philosopher, I'd dwell on the broad topic itself for as long as it takes. But like I said, philosopher or not, I still have the ability to do so. The only difference is, I don't showcase it like Aristotle or share it to anyone but my own crowd.
  
Tell me. Does this look like love to you? It does to me. Why? Simply because it's my philosophy.
It's a hard game to play. We get stuck in our thoughts sometimes that it hurts us. Like the people who become aggresively attached to their own emotions forget the true meaning of logic? Is logic Philosophy? Is it a form of one? I myself don't understand it. Sometimes, we even think it's better when we don't understand, when we don't know which clearly brings us back. Why do we have the need to know what we don't? It's a big mystery and everybody's got to face it. I don't believe that some people choose not to mind the heavier things. It's all bullshit. I know everybody has had his days. I, as a philosopher of my own crowd, believe in that.
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| It's funny how things turn out to be in the end. Like for instance, the things that I say or do may not be the things that I should be saying or doing. I came across the loveliest spinning image in my head of my boyfriend who was my husband in my imagination, sleeping soundly on the couch with our baby boy cradled in his arms as he too drifted into dreamland. At first thought, the idea made me smile. I felt the rush of adrenaline creep through my spine in thousands of icy spikes. Things sure do have a way of making me feel all sorts of emotions. Then this question slapped me in the face: "Should I neglect my dreams and career for another dream of having a family?"
This question has haunted me for so many years back in high school. I'm surprised I still face the same dilemma today. Which brings me now to the question; "How am I going to ever resolve this?"
They say love is timeless. If it really is timeless, then there should be ending to everything you do. If I choose a path of never-ending happiness, I should be able to live through it eternally. On the contrary, there's also a saying that goes, "Nothing is permanent." Shan't love be an exception this time? Philosophy tickled my senses for way too long. I still haven't found the right answers to my questions. Best that I should leave it at this... Until the time finally comes, I won't worry anymore. Somehow, I know I'm meant to find a reasoning. I just haven't a clue when it is yet.
Today filled me with both sorrow and enlightenment as I tumbled in so many incidents. A person such as I believes in the power of learning from not only your own mistakes but also the mistakes of others. I was at awe with the things I heard and was able to do today. I just haven't the ability to grasp all concepts as a whole yet. Basically, I've learned to trust myself more and also other people. I was enthralled with the idea of gymnastics when a close friend decided to take me to one of his classes. I feared heights, and of course, falling from the height itself. Paving a way into a new found hobby, I proved my fears useless by shutting my eyes and letting go. In no time, I was able to twirl and bounce upside down. I felt a new sensation of thrill and gladness that somehow I was able to do stunts I never dared to do before. The different directions I twisted my body to made me feel lighter and more flexible. I learned to do rolls and flips. It must've been satisfying for a person to achieve something out of instinct, but the satisfaction only measured up to an inch of what I felt when I was able to soar. Although the stunts I pulled barely measured to moderate-level gymnastics, I took pride in my work. Now that I know how positive and negative energies work, I've learned to discipline my will power into making better decisions to help me grow and not to degrade myself any further. It strengthens the soul and the energies around us.
His lips were luscious, his eyes so expressive but his words overpowered the beauty and left only the weak points and staleness in him. Males are like fire. They grow bigger when there is more furniture to burn down in a house. While the ladies may seem like the furniture, everything results to nothing but ash both male and female. But clashing both would mean the destruction of a household. So it's best to let fire remain in the stoves and nowhere too near furniture. I learned to make a reasoning out of this through my friend's words. In a relationship, when a girl gives her all, she will end up getting eaten by flames once the stove is no longer in control of the fire. It only took three months to be forgotten. It hurts as I listened mortified at their conversations. Knowing that I shan't speak, I learned to contemplate and suppress my tension. Despite how difficult it was to hear such words, I was thankful that I learned from it. I now know better than to step too close to fire. The warmth would be just right if the distance was kept. It shouldn't be any trouble if the balance between personal space is maintained. Likewise, I wish them knowledge in their words for future conversations.
Lastly, I understood the distribution of time. My friends, family, responsibilities and fiancee should be attended too equally. Else, a person will be biased and incomplete. Balance is very important. If you do not learn it, attempting head-stand will bring you to your doom.
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| Bonsoir(good evening) everyone! Comment allez vous? (how are you?) All I want to say is: Je vuex tu (I want you) and nobody else Monsieur JV. Si'l vous plait?(please). Je vuex(i want to) be with you completmo(completely). And it took me so long to form these few sentences. hehe. Merci beaucoup(Thank you so much). Tu es(you are) my love.
sorte (exits)
au revoir(goodbye)
je't aime(I love you)
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| My best films:
1) Prozac Nation- Starring Christina Ricci. Based on a true story about depression and angst. Prozac, an anti depressant.
2) Pumpkin- Starring Christina Ricci. Sorority girl falls in love with a handicap.
3) Blue Lagoon- Starring Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins. Cast away scenario and love
4) Cruel Intentions- Starring Sarah Michelle Gellar and Ryan Phillipe.Kathryn makes a bet that her step-brother, Sebastian, won't be able to
bed Annette (a virgin, who wants to wait until love). If he loses,
Kathryn gets his Jaguar, if he wins, he gets Kathryn.
5) Deep Impact- Starring LeeLee Sobieski and Elijah Wood. End of the world-type of thiller
6) Try Seventeen- Elijah Woods and Mandy Moore. Learning
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