The Prisoner of Zenda / Look Back in Anger – Impressions

Hey, all!

Now, I was expecting to have this post out earlier this week, and you are likely aware that this is going to be double-dipped by the title. Truth be told, I was unsure if I wanted to make this post, but I am going to be a man of my word on this blog for once. There is no direct correlation between these two works, as one is a novella, while the other is a play.


The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope is a “swashbuckling” adventure-romance novella taking place in the fictional state of Ruritania, where protagonist Rudolf Rassendyll is forced by unforeseen circumstances to play the nation’s king. This is due to his nearly identical appearance to the king, which forces Rudolf into a complicated plot involving the capture of the true king.

Outside of the word “swashbuckling” sticking out, The Prisoner of Zenda was interesting on a conceptual level: it had the rough plotline of a children’s novel/fairy tale but told in the manner of an adult novella. There is a lot on the table here: a star-crossed romance, political espionage, and the all-important question of who is worthy to lead. As with The Thirty-Nine Steps, this novella is mostly valuable depending on its novelty to its reader. The entertaining premise has been done many other times, and what drives the plot is the central conflict between the king and his conspirators. There is value to be found in its pioneering of the ‘Ruritanian romance‘ genre, but how much substance exists is entirely dependent on the reader.

The pacing of the novella is rather frontloaded, as the introductory chapters take more time to establish various characters and the setting before jumping into the action, which carries the rest of the plot. There is no significant time devoted to making characters undergo significant development or even giving them any depth, but they feel unique in that they are fairy tale characters under a realistic light. This works well in conjunction with the themes of leadership and duty.

There is not too much else to say, I am afraid. However much mileage you get out of this novella depends on your exposure to this sort of plot, and how strong your craving for characters that have to be three-dimensional is.


Look Back in Anger by John Osborne is an ‘Angry Young Men’ play that deals with the couple of Jimmy and Alison Porter as they deal with their personal issues that impede their relationships with others as well as between the two. Before I continue, I would like to elaborate that feminism is a huge aspect of this play. This play was controversial upon its first performance in 1956 (also in which the play takes place) for its harsh and realistic tone, and there is no doubt it may spark some today. The characters are the epicentre of all that happens here, and they are provocative quite a bit of the time.

Jimmy lacks decency for all around him, including his wife Alison and friend Cliff (who lives with them). His character is sometimes painted in a sympathetic light, being portrayed as a sophisticated man in the working-class, clearly being outside of his time period. On the other hand, Alison hails from the upper-class, but she is ultimately neutral-minded when it comes between her love for Jimmy and tiredness of his vitriol behavior. Describing these characters is the best indicator to how the kitchen sink drama unfolds between these two, which brings the questions of not only feminism, but also nostalgia, education, and love into question as they are examined in a post-WWII fashion. Their portrayals are interesting, and exploring them in depth is central to this play.

While I found this read to be interesting, the forte of plays that I adore have a great semblance of wit, which is absent here. Look Back in Anger is not lacking in any heart, (there is still some notable instances of it, in fact) but know that one will likely either be taken aback by this play or find it fascinating (if I may make some generalizations). It is a play cemented in its time-period, but it still proves to be an interesting reflection. Its shorter length may make it a quicker read, but the heavy subject matter is unavoidable. Perhaps it is appropriate within the context of facing societal issues, but know that this is not a play that exists to entertain one.


I apologize for the shorter-lengthed impressions for today. To be frank, I now feel as if cluttering this blog with bi-daily posts on older pieces feels counter-productive to both myself and the kind of content I ultimately wish to make on the blog but know that I am not cutting the axe on these posts so soon after their debut. Instead, I have a more substantial idea to adapt them to a format that is more friendly to myself and this blog. Consider these last few posts an experiment, as I now want to tentatively declare that at the end of each month, I will be giving an ‘impressions roundup,’ instead of littering many of these throughout the month to clog up the blog. Of course, there will be exceptions if I find something that I think is phenomenal, (like Blade Runner 2049) but don’t expect that to happen too often.

Anyways, enjoy your day. I know I’ll be getting some sleep now. 🙂


Blade Runner 2049 – Impressions

This is a post I should have completed three days ago when I saw this movie, but this is one I had to process before giving it a post that it deserves. Also, I would recommend you to stop reading if you intend to see the film. I do not plan on spoiling anything, but please, see it before you read this.  After all, opinions do sway people regardless of spoilers.

Every once in a while, I find myself losing faith in art. There are many cases of creators pandering to what audiences will easily consume, or in simplified terms, they play it safe. Sequel after prequel after midquel to go through, which are all like giving different names to the same shade of brown. It is ironic that I bring this point up, looking at how Blade Runner 2049 is a sequel to a movie that was perfectly fine without one.

Before I actually touch on this movie, I want to bring up a point that every sequel to a self-contained story needs to have a reason for existing. Was Independence Day: Resurgence more than a cash-grab on nostalgia? Yes. Dare I even say that Finding Dory is a film that strikes similar chords to its predecessor enough to make me raise an eyebrow.  This is different from The Lord of the Rings, as that is a single story separated into three parts. This is different from Star Wars: A New Hope, as that is a foundation for a larger world, and therefore birthing in a storyline to expand off of it.

This is perhaps Blade Runner 2049’s greatest success. It manages to act as a faithful sequel to the original while keeping to its own story. It respects fans of the original film, which is not bogged down making it worse in retrospect.

The question is, does it exist outside of the cult classic’s shadow?blade4

I think this film will be hit-and-miss for many. I know my last few retrospects have stated the same principle, but I want to especially emphasize that point here. If you are looking for action or a narrative that won’t require your full attention, this movie will leave you disappointed. This is true to an extent for the original film, but it is more apparent here in part of its runtime. I will agree that this film does not need to be nearly as long as it is, although I do appreciate the slow-burn approach to its pacing.

Like the original, (if you watch the version Ridley Scott intended the movie to be) Blade Runner 2049 does not go out of its way to world-build. There is more of it here compared to the original, but it is contained within the background of the film and is never pressing. This builds the immersion of this film, which let me say is fantastic. The gloomy-yet-vivid colour pallet combined with the minimalist noir score (although less jazzy this time around) creates a breathtaking atmosphere that tells its own story. For many, this will likely be the most striking part of the film.

Acting in Blade Runner 2049 is noteworthy as well. Ryan Gosling does a stellar job as the emotionless(?) K, which reflects this film’s theme of humanity that naturally stems and evolves from the first film. One part in particular that I liked was his relationship with Ana de Armas’ Joi and Harrison Ford’s Dekkard. Now, Harrison Ford. I do not feel alone in stating that a lot of his recent roles feel phoned in, almost as if he feels obliged to play the roles that he is in. Yes, even Han Solo in The Force Awakens and especially Indiana Jones in Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. You may expect this returning role to follow the same suit, but Harrison Ford gave a heartfelt performance that is both respectful to the character and so much more… That I cannot spoil.

While Blade Runner 2049’s plot feels told with an immense degree of subtlety, it is rather straightforward if one pays attention. The runtime may be unnecessarily long, but this film is oozing with artistic magnificence in its purest form. It lives up to the original and stands beside it without a doubt. I am hesitant to say that it can stand on its own away from the original, but time will give a better indication towards that. If you want to know why science-fiction can be such a deep, relevant, and grandiose genre beyond wacky science and lasers (sorry, Star Wars) watch this film. You will not regret it unless you expect casual entertainment or action.


Also, as an aside: I hate to say it, but this film did not have a ‘tears in rain’ moment for me. That is still one of the most hauntingly beautiful things I have ever witnessed in any story.

I hope you enjoyed this look at the movie! This definitely felt more like a shorter review than a simple impression, but I feel as if this film (as well as the original) is one that I can come back to in the future and dissect. I would also expect another two impression posts this week for a novella and a play. Without any further rambling, have a great day/night! 🙂

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Burmese Days – Impressions

If you read books, I am going to assume that you are at least somewhat familiar with George Orwell’s 1984. If not, you more than likely need to read more. Just earlier today I finished my read of Burmese Days, which is based on Orwell’s experience as a part of the British Raj during the interwar period of the twentieth century. If history does not concern you, then do not worry; Burmese Days is fictionalized and exists firstly as a novel, being Orwell’s first. As someone who adores 1984, how does this earlier work stand up?

It should be apparent that I had just set up this post as a comparison, but I believe that to be fair and of course, I will get it out of the way. Upon inspection of Orwell’s larger bibliography, one can gain the sense that all of his novels serve as stepping stones that culminate in 1984. Throughout Burmese Days, I picked up on lots of parallels between the two novels, but for the sake of spoilers, I will not mention them. This ‘stepping stones’ mentality is important to keep in mind because this novel’s best aspects were enhanced for 1984.

(Disclaimer: Do not look at historical novels with modern morality. If you do, you will likely miss the point of them and end up hating everyone older than a hundred years old.)

As a character-driven story, Burmese Days presents the waning days of imperialism through its characters rather than any larger-than-life politics or skirmishes. I found protagonist John Flory to be compelling as he is a reflection of the novel’s setting: he is a stranger in a foreign land, and his plight almost seems tragic. However, Flory is an imperfect character who would show mercy to the Burmese populace while treating them as fascinating ‘aliens,’ which is just a tad more realistic than being the black sheep who is different in every conceivable way. He is a sympathetic character that is surrounded by characters who he perceives in very different ways than from how the audience does, which gives this novel life and propels its presentation of imperialism to be fascinating.

What will kill the novel for some is its repetition and lack of variety in its plot structure. Burmese Days is as focused as it is small in scale; many characters appear sporadically, with major time devoted to Flory and his relationship with a newcomer leading to a major plot-point being pushed in the back of the character’s minds. This is even true with Flory’s role in the novel at some points, where he is absent for noticeable stretches. This criticism may make it seem as if my point on repetition is mute, but the novel does not present these characters in a manner that is vastly different with or without Flory. The overall theme of how British imperialism was a dark thing for the lands under their subjugation is also a meaty one, but it is quickly established without much in the way of profound exploration, which correlates to character exploration as well.

I also cannot dig into the ending, but it was abrupt and almost felt forced for the novel to end the way it did.

Despite my ‘hefty’ criticisms that seem to blanket Burmese Days, I can safely assume that Orwell made these decisions consciously for the novel and they can easily be seen as non-issues. They make sense within the context of the plot, but for some, they will make it somewhat cluttered. However, Orwell’s writing style is prevalent throughout the novel, as well as his slow-burn approach to building a darker world. The pacing of scenes and plot-points is also very fluid, which made Burmese Days a comfortable read that was interesting from a historical and narrative point of view. If you are looking for something 1984-esque with a dash of history, this novel should be perfect for you. Just do not keep your expectations unreasonably high if you have read Orwell’s magnum opus.

Also, stay tuned for another impression post very soon. Let’s just say that I am ecstatic to talk about a certain movie… 🙂

The Thirty-Nine Steps – First Impressions

Hello all, and welcome back!

Before I even delve into today’s subject matter, I would like to address the question of why there is a new post so soon. Now, the title of this blog most likely gave you a good idea of what you’re in for, but let me elaborate what this post means for this blog.

Due to my limited posting schedule this year in conjunction with my university lifestyle (Which will most likely escalate when I have to do that eight-page paper…), I have two choices: make blog posts once every few months and leave you all in the dust, or try out something a little more manageable. As I am focusing my studies on English, that means I’m going to read a lot. I am a fairly slow reader, as I like my novels to last me well into a month. However, at my current pace, I have read three plays, three novels, and one epic (and I’m currently reading two more novels) as of yet, so I had an idea. For every novel/movie/television series/video game/play/whatever I experience, I am going to write a quick pseudo-review/first impression post on it.

Here is how that will work: I will give a spoiler-free(ish) overview on my overall impression of the piece, as well as a brief run-through of what I both liked and disliked. I will then sum things up, and be off with it. These posts will be very short, and as with every review, this is my opinion. I feel as if that should be obvious, but I wanted to have that disclaimer regardless. You can feel free to debate my opinions in the comments, as I love to hear other points of view! I should also add that if my opinion changes over time, I will come back and update the post. Don’t worry about having to always check; I will point out any changes to previous posts in future ones.

Anyways, that’s the game plan. Let’s get started.


The Thirty-Nine Steps (by John Buchan) is a spy thriller novella that concerns itself with protagonist Richard Hannay as he is pulled into a dire situation, coming to gain the knowledge of a political assassination involving a Greek official. He puts on a game of cat-and-mouse with the British police for a murder he did not commit, as well as a mysterious organization that seeks to invoke a grand scheme that has the potential to change European history.

One interesting part of this novella is that it pioneered the spy thriller genre, which may be what makes-or-breaks it. If you have read plenty of other novels of the type, The Thirty-Nine Steps may prove to be excruciatingly simple in comparison and a slog to get through as a result. One reason as to why is the characters. If you wish to experience the thrill of emotional and deeply-characterized personas through tense situations, you will inevitably be disappointed. Every character here serves the plot and does not go through any significant development including the protagonist. Richard Hannay’s exploits are nothing to be attached to, as there is no emotional investment that is directed towards his goals and endangered position.

To me, this slight criticism comes from my point of view that emotional storytelling is key in telling a character-driven narrative. However, I almost feel as if it did not matter in comparison to the entertainment value of the novella. The narrative of The Thirty-Nine Steps is straightforward and simplistic, and the mystery unfolds at a comfortable pace. Each step of the journey is filled with quirky character interactions that do not overstay their welcome, being paced quickly without losing footing. The novella did not feel as if a stupendous amount was omitted to fit a certain word count or too barebones either for that matter. Action drives the brisk plot as well, meaning that at no point did I feel bored as I experienced Hannay’s plight through England and Scotland.

The Thirty-Nine Steps was an enjoyable read, but I am aware that it is not for everyone. If one seeks a short weekend/evening read to power through, this novella is perfect if one also does not expect perfection. There is nothing to give any lasting impressions after a read, but it is nothing to regret either.

I should finally add that there are many adaptations of this story, including an Alfred Hitchcock adaptation. There are also four sequels that seem to be full-length novels, of which I have not read at this point. I have heard the Hitchcock film is phenomenal, but that should not come across as a surprise.


With that, we come to a close. If you have suggestions/feedback, please do not hesitate to give them in the comments. These posts will be very informal, and I do not plan on giving any lengthy breakdowns (or actual meaty reviews) if that is your suggestion. Those will be longer posts, as not every story is worthy of a thousand or more words dedicated to sufficient examination.

Either than that, have a great night! 🙂

On Aestheticism and Art

I can already sense the reactions to this title. Is it not true that the purpose of art is to be ‘aesthetic’? What does ‘aestheticism’ even entail, beyond being a buzzword that wannabe photographers (including my own limited repertoire) love to spew? Well, after a short introductory paragraph, that will be the hot topic of the day!

As always, thank you for joining me again today. I swear I had another post planned just shy of a month ago, yet a lack of interest in the subject matter following its closure left me without much tangible goodness to latch onto. However, upon my one-month anniversary at university, I have regained a much deeper appreciation of art and its various mediums that the blistering summer days scolded off of me. I am also aware that sounded quite preachy, so let us move on to the actual topic at hand.

This post will not be terribly thorough or ‘deep,’ so just sit back and enjoy me ramble on about art!

What does it mean to be ‘aesthetic’? In the simplest explanation possible, it is ‘art for art’s sake’ as per the slogan. Well, duh, you probably think to yourself at this moment. However, this applies to all mediums of art, including books and movies. You may also think to yourself, Doesn’t every book need some moral lesson to wrap things up? Aren’t books supposed to challenge us in a literary sense or at least provide an enthralling narrative? These arguments against aestheticism may sound like something I want to simply disprove, but as with all things human and at least somewhat complex, there is no correct answer that everyone unanimously agrees with.

One example that one of my university classes had me read was Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest. Before I go on, I highly recommend you read this play on your own time as it is simply delightful. To speak more specifically, the play is a comedy of manners that pits various members of high-class England into a complicated dilemma on their pursuit of love, with various mishaps and sass to give it a bumbling character. If you have only read Shakespeare and you are afraid of archaic language and lengthy plays, feel relieved in knowing that Wilde’s play is only fifty pages long and that the language is quite close to fully modernized English.

Going along from that tangent, The Importance of Being Earnest is hilarious and colourful. As with most plays, it has symbolism, characters with different personalities, and poetic/literary devices. But how about deeper meaning? How about a commentary on the issues of 1895 in Victorian England? Why not be controversial, or even harshly truthful in a subtle manner? This is where aestheticism reigns, as not everything needs to speak to us on such a deeper level. Wilde’s play is not the commentary on insanity and leadership that Hamlet is, or on privacy and ideology that 1984 is either. It is simply a piece of art that is to be enjoyed and appreciated for its beauty.

Now, whether or not this is something you agree with this is a matter of personal preference. The importance of aestheticism here is that if you make something, make sure it resonates with you in some dazzling manner.

Now, it would not be a stadarooni blog post if I did not dwell on something that exists outside of the textual realm. Now, the reason I found this topic to be one of interest to me is due to me rewatching Edgar Wright’s Baby Driver over the past weekend. Even more so than Earnest, this film just screams aestheticism.

Also, I really love this movie’s poster.

What is the purpose of music in the film? No, it is not like Guardians of the Galaxy in that it is a blast of the blast to be ‘distinct’ in a manner. Instead, music is for the film’s incredible choreography for the actions of its characters. To dig down further, what is the purpose of the choreography in itself? Well, it does not serve a narrative use, and it goes beyond fashionable filmmaking. It is ‘art for art’s sake,’ bringing this discussion back full-circle.

It does not need to be deep, as some critics would have you think. It is simple: a film like Baby Driver is to be appreciated like a sunset. When one gazes upon a sunset, do they see it as a metaphor for the last breathing moments of one’s life? Perhaps, so let us think of a better example. If one is in an idealistic beachhead with their lover, walking through the glistening beach, sipping on a pina colada (or your beverage of choice), and embraced by the turquoise sky, do they think of it as a metaphor for anything? No, they are enjoying the moment for its beauty, just as one watching a film like Baby Driver or a play like Earnest should seek to do. If one chases that which does not exist, they have set themselves up for nothing but disappointment.

Regardless, whether you believe aestheticism is great or if it betrays the complexity of art and meaning is ultimately up to you. If there is a slight lesson to be gained here, it is to look at things on a case-to-case basis. Do not go looking for the wonderful joy of art in a text like Beowulf, as you should know better.

I hope you enjoyed this post! I know I have been absent for a while, and it is a nice thing to be able to write so casually every now and then. Throughout my absence, I have been keeping an eye on this blog’s performance though, so there has not been a day I have truly forgotten about it. If I am to make one last announcement, you should go follow/friend me on Goodreads! I will be happy to let you see all the geeky Halo novels I have read, as well as all that highbrow literary crap that will prevent me from ever writing in a straightforward manner. (I kid, of course)

Anyways, enjoy your day, and keep on going! 🙂

Some Ways YOU can Improve Your Writing!

Hello, once again! I have returned from the other side of my room to write another post, and this time I will be doing something I am most likely unqualified to do.

Have you ever struggled writing? Can’t get through the painful process of editing and revising, or do you ever get writer’s block? Maybe you have an awesome idea, but you just cannot get it down on paper. While I cannot hope to address every problem we face as writer’s, these past few months and my tenure on this blog have allowed me to alleviate the meticulous cycle of getting words on a blank piece of paper and having them look presentable.

What are some ways to look for mistakes while editing?

First and foremost, I could just tell you to install Grammarly and get done with it. It will look for some errors and make suggestions for fixes, and also explain why you need that comma or why your choice of words may not be as effective. There’s a premium version that is infinitely more powerful, but the free version is more than helpful. You can install it as an extension for your browser, for Word, and even as its own application. However, you will need an Internet connection, which may or may not be detrimental.

Also, pro (but not really) tip: DO NOT solely use Word’s grammar check, and ESPECIALLY NOT WordPress’ (heh).

One thing I need to add is to not only look at Grammarly for applications that assist you in editing. Another one that compliments it very well is the Hemingway Editor, which is also free of charge unless you desire to use the desktop app. Chopping down on unnecessary words and making your sentences concise is something to strive for, and this app indicates just that. Are some of your sentences hard to read? Hemingway will tell you that, but it’s up to you in figuring out how to do that.

Another way to alleviate this process is to read your writing aloud. You will find words that are missing, words that are misplaced, and words that just sit there awkwardly. Look for proper verb tense as well, and ensure that you understand everything that is on your paper. If you have trouble following along with your own work, then others will inevitably get lost. Along with this, saying words aloud can help you write more effectively to achieve the same benefit while writing and before editing.

I have a great idea; where do I begin to write?

Let’s pretend you have a great idea for some sort of story, or blog post, or essay. You have the outline in your head: this is Point A, which will lead to Point B, which will all culminate in Point C. The problem is how these points will connect in a fluid and meaningful way.

Having a plan is only one step of the journey, but one piece of advice is to just write. Thinking an idea to death is one way to just disappoint yourself after you start, while overplanning may prove to be a burden if you get new ideas that may not fit in as seamlessly. (This is a great way to combat writer’s block!) If the latter case is true, you may have to stick to your current plans and abandon a good idea. Ambition is a great thing while writing, but you can only have so much content before you overstay your welcome.

(Knowing that the rest of this article does not address writer’s block, another way to combat it is to go out for a walk, and also to just go out in the world and not focus on your ideas. Who knows, maybe you’ll get an epiphany in an unexpected place?)

There have been countless times where I have seen people (as well as myself) make excellent pieces, but they ramble on after their point is proven. Avoiding this is key, as beating a dead horse will just bore everyone. Trimming down on ideas is a key to writing, and can furthermore lead to a better understanding of what you are going to write. This also holds true to ideas that seem to have merit but stick out like a sore thumb. (ex. a horror themed chapter in an adventure novel) These could work, but make sure you always evaluate consistency.

As I stated above, just writing is the best place to start. Hooking your audience early on with whatever is relevant to your piece (ex. the theme of your novel, represented by some symbolism) is a great way to generate interest, and you want whatever is introduced to carry on and develop throughout your piece. Don’t just have an amazing introduction and then backtrack, as people can and will lose interest partway through your piece.

This carries on to my final point: do not fluctuate in quality. Always revise and edit, and revisit earlier parts of your piece. There may be something that you have set up that you forgot about, and it is easier to alleviate this sooner rather than later when changing your piece could throw everything off-balance. This especially holds true to pacing, which I can discuss in a future post as I have quite a bit to say about that.

Although I said that was my final point, make sure you read constantly! Creativity is a beautiful thing, but focus and purpose are what makes it special. Always analyze how things in a novel or movie or whatever work, and why something is good or bad. What is detrimental, and what is an aid? This can work with mediums that are beyond words on a sheet, but the craftsmanship of writing is still present in a speech or even a video game. (This is from experience. I read 1984 two and a half years ago and that elevated my mark in English quite a bit)


Of course, I am no expert. Take my advice as you will, and tell me if you liked this post! I would be happy to make more articles in this vein, especially on topics with a more specific and fine-tuned approach. Keep reading and writing, and make sure you take pleasure in it! Out of everything, feeling obliged to do something will not yield the best results.

And no, I did not feel obliged to make this post. 🙂

The End of the Beginning is the Beginning of the End

(Potential melodrama alert!)

Wow. It’s been a bit over two weeks since I ended one part of my life, and here we are again. The difference this time is that the doors are shutting slower, and some drips are still pouring in. There’s still a lot of goodbyes to go around, both to conclude relationships and to cherish the continuation of some.

Bleh. I apologize, but welcome back to another issue of stadarooni, and the fiftieth at that! While I did not plan for such an occurrence, know that this post may be the last time you will see me as sane. University is coming up and as some wise cliché always spouts, this is only the beginning! For now, however, we are not going anywhere.

Now, as with last summer, I want to kick things off with a story. This one will be a bit different, as I graduated! Maybe I made that sound passive, but I am unsure if it has hit me yet. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this descriptive story and enjoy the sunshine. 8)


You have just said goodbye. Not for two months or even three, but for good. It lacks weight, and the cauldron’s fire seems extinguished. That walk or drive felt the same as it did in September, and your bag tumbles onto the floor as usual. This time, it will remain there forevermore, but that feels insignificant. You handed in your final assignment and penned your last test, but it does not daunt you in knowing that is it.

Faces. They were there an hour ago, and the hour before that. Perhaps they were that of a student, a teacher, or a nobody. In the next hour, they may amalgamate into the haze of memories, which are untouchable. In that impervious shelter, they cannot be tended to, and they may deteriorate into forgotten dreams. It is not the end, however, as they make take to your road in another form and create new memories. Faces may not be forgotten so easily, but what of voices?

Emotions. Bittersweet? Joy? Sadness? Anxiety towards the unknown? For some, the end of the line may be where life reforms into eternal meandering, phasing into normality without any excitement. For others, the end is just where the page ends and the next begins with new life. Some may feel like heroes; some may feel indifferent to the trial they have persevered through. Whatever the causation, words linger in your mind, defining your smile as you take your cue off of the stage.

Fall. Why is it that during your moment, you only look to the door? There is plenty left for you before the page turns, only bound by your imagination. However, the leaves do eventually crinkle. Regret is only crushed when memories are gone, and the invincible cogs of society grind on in the invisible wind. The midnight soliloquy will never be heard and the rest can only lush and blue for so long.

Memories. The twilight jingle of a music box rusts, leaving its tone mute for all of time. The moment may be forgotten, but emotion will dwell to the grave. The same suit will take course for friends, mentors, and children until your world is nothing but a memory that the cogs have marched beyond. Still, this meaningless part of existence cannot bring you down, as purpose takes precedence over this shallow fact.

Pride. No matter philosophy or judgement, this is your moment. You can set the sail wherever you choose to, as the sea is now open. Opportunities await, but you take heed of danger and consequence. The world is changing, and so is yours. You could not see its beginning or end, but you have control over yours. You have survived the first round, but you are just getting started. The end is the beginning, and the beginning is the end.

Whether or not there be parades or shrines, memories of your accomplishment are engraved. The song may never be sung, but it will always exist. The final day is over, but there is still the next one. Time may march on, but our stories are what give it meaning.



While I have no idea what I just wrote, I hope you could at least think and reflect on everything. Unlike last summer, I will not be leaving for an extended period of time so you can expect posts in both July and August! This was my fiftieth post on the blog, and I can guarantee (just like the story said) I am just getting started. 🙂