Saturday, January 12, 2008
After reading "Where The Wild Ones Grow" on fanfiction.net...
I couldn't agree more with Poison Ivy...
What is the defeat no living creature can tolerate?
Quote: "This was a loss of her identity."
Yes, losing ourselves...The very essence of our existence, not in the physical sense, but our very ideals, character and spirit that keeps our tangible form alive. Poison Ivy realised this and so did I.
Quote: "In her kept isolation, she feared she had allowed this beastly world to devour her every aspect of existence. The wages of war for acceptance amidst assimilation had gradually taken its toll, the ultimate toll, on her. Her sickest fear had manifested that moment as she realized she had become just like everyone else. Her letter was an unbearable reflection of the cold machine she had become."
Who am I? What am I? These aren't questions that can be answered in Biology class. What makes us us? We all have our identities. It's what makes each and every one of us special. But what's scary is when we lose our identity, the innate identity that belongs to us. Many a time have I assumed identities I liked and even respected but the problem is that it's just not me. Not me. I can't even remember who I am now. I shift in between different identities so often, I wonder if I have lost myself. The world, yes, is cruel. But we are the cruelest when we allow this foul world of ours change us, make us undergo such a hideous transmogrification and at the end, we morph into something entirely foreign to ourselves. I look in the mirror and see a monster. This isn't me. My personality and character shouldn't be flimsily constructed out of various influences. I should, I must be myself. It is imperative for us to have something distinct and original, and not to be just a cheap carbon copy of something else. I have let myself down. I know now...
I am no longer me.
Dark Memories[7:45 PM]
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