In English class, there was an article that caught my eye, which focused on the upcoming death of a famous movie critic. He was loved and well-known for his critical abilities and standards and even at the face of death he stayed steady minded, ready to move on and discover the afterlife. Seeing this reminded me of a old poem that was written anonymously by an individual who sought out the positivity in the pessimistic view of life.
“Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.” -Hamlet’s Soliloquy Continue reading
“I love solitude, not because I hate people. I love it because that means I am aware of my own existence. That I know I am still alive and surviving the difficulties of life. I love it because somehow I’ve realized that sometimes, when no one else is making you feel wanted, you must need to explore things on your own. There’s no need, sometimes, for anyone to remind you that you are worthless. I know that no one truly survives alone, but sometimes life gives you challenges that you need to overcome mostly on your own.”
In this book, written by Jay Asher, a boy named Clay Jensen receives a mysterious package. Inside the box he discovers a bunch cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker, his former classmate and crush, and had committed suicide two weeks prior. Through her recordings, Hannah explains that there are thirteen reasons why of she decided to end her life; Clay is one of them. As Clay cautiously listens to the first tape, he hears Hannah’s voice explaining that she holds each of her listeners responsible for her death and that if the recordings are not passed along to the next culprit, their evidence will shown to the public. Of course she doesn’t accuse them of actually committing the act of murder but rather took part in the snowball effect of her becoming uncaring of what happened to her life. She had listed her first love, her traitorous friends, her stalker,the boys who gave her false hope, a rapist, and an counselor who didn’t take her plea for help seriously. Clay was the only one listed to only reassure him that he had nothing to do with her reasons and that he was the one who encouraged her to attempt to live. This piece of literature is a work of art where words are sewn together to give a tough look at a girl’s suicide and the interconnected events leading to it. Continue reading