+The New York Public Library
oh wow! I remember reading this for my English class as a high school senior. The teacher I had was a little bit like Robin Williams' character in "Dead Poet's Society". Franz Kafka blew me away with his bizarre story of a person changing into a cockroach. What a strange concept!? Why in the world would anyone ever think of such a story?
It's only now..that I can appreciate Kafka's story...maybe not the way it was intended..as a possible social commentary. I can embrace it not so much the content of the story itself, but rather the creativity and imagination that went behind it and how the story itself illicits a definite response from the reader. Whether the response is positive or negative is not the important part. Rather..the importance lies in the ability to make the reader FEEL something. After all, isn't that what life is about? To feel things and experience things through our senses? What is the point of going through life like a robot...everyday the same thing?
Books..words...can enlighten us or even jumpstart in us emotions, feelings that we didn't even realize we had forgotten. Feelings that are so easy for us to embrace as babies when we soak in the world around us like a sponge. As we grow older. ..often times we become jaded, cynical, hurt, and we stop feeling. But ..we are granted life and to not be grateful and take advantage of every opportunity to LIVE and FEEL and be affected would be truly tragic.
We should embrace experiences.. that may be out of our comfort zone. ..but may open our eyes to beauty and tragedy and joy and pain and a myriad of emotions that make us human. To live...vivir.....to keep pressing on despite negative odds...to breathe..to hurt..to heal..to forgive, to love..
Life is too short to live with regret and hate. This is something i am learning more and more everyday. Be the better person and turn the other cheek..because you may not be given tomorrow.
My mom died several years ago and it really pains me to think how I was often so busy and wrapped up in my own issues ...that in didn't stop to take the time to give her some real quality time. She was quick to criticize and complain, a real Debbie downer, but I was a sounding board for her and should have been stronger. I should have taken it and not be so critical, but instead I focused on the actual content of the nagging and complaining. When it got to be about me...I withdrew. What I wouldn't give for another day to just spend with her, accept and listen to all her complaints because she needed someone to vent to....and I could be that for her. It saddens me to think I don't have that chance anymore.
Omg..hmmm...I digress. I will stop. Oh captain my captain! Carpe Diem!