Thursday, March 20, 2008
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Below average Jane
Much sadness do I feel, with the thought of little jane
and her future.
Her future of vague surprises and measured expectations.
Tell me, do you know what lies ahead,
Like tomorrow’s school uniform laid out in bed?
And tell me, Do you long the freedom that death shall bring?
Oh little jane, how sad is it to not be enough for society.Nothing left to do but to iron tomorrow’s school uniform.
But tell me little Jane, does this all matter when somebody loves you?
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Nice to meet you.
I am similar to you started apprieciating history at a late age. Even my History teacher said to me the other week "You don't know any of this(stuff we did 2 years ago) because at the time you didn't know history was going to be the thing you do!".
I love history, not the memorization of facts but the analysis of it. The discussions we have are brilliant.....The study of history isn't a linear movement, it seems to go in loops with the development of new ideas and so on............. its great =)))))
If you got love... what else do you need really?
That's interesting. I think people feel the pressures of society so much to where we forget about things that really matter
@V3nusFlytrap - Well you have a point there, but the idea really is the emphasis on all those people who seem like there really is nothing to hope for, or in other words hopelessness. The feeling I have for those household helpers, eternal housewives and those people who have been in the same place for a decade or so (like this woman who has been managing the photo booth and she has been in the same place, in that carnivalistic food court in the mall since I was 8), without really any improvement in their life. Its sad, and thats what I wanna express in this poem. But still, in spite of the seemingly everlasting monotony, the love we experience is the one that helps us endure it. At least this is what I see, from an outsider point of view.