Sunday, 28 April 2013

in that moment she was f r e e

I think they're many themes that recur in stories; love, fear, guilt, death. Those themes captivate us but are also found in almost every location, every place. I think these themes just envelop every genre of a book, they just perserve and endure throughout because they're so relatable and wonderful to read. They are powerful and emotional and just one of those things that make you stare breathlessly, savoring every second.

I think these themes say a lot about us as a race. Humanity is so incredibly diverse and widespread but equally terrible and great as we are we all experience certain things that bind us together. These themes show us this; we all love and fear–make connections and friendships. We live fully and die painfully, we grieve and we weep but we also smile with the strength of family. These themes tell us that humanity is something universal and strong but also fragile with a variety of interests and emotions; that we are intense but weak and tend to fall over our two feet.

We return to these themes because we can relate to them; they spark something into us, they open up pieces of ourselves and make us smile with aching hearts but healing minds. These themes reveal things and make us think about previous memories and past moments. I wonder how our mind interprets these themes though, wonder what would happen if we replaced them or shut them out. Are these vital to us or have we become so accustomed to them that we have made them a part of our lives?

I want to explore these themes further, the less explored ones and more unique ones that rarely surface in the world of ink and soft pages. I want to further see the psychology of these themes and thoughts, the ideas and concepts.

xx tanisha (:

Saturday, 27 April 2013



I've never had one but I've always wanted one. Being an only child has it's perks; no fights, no sharing, no annoying little child trailing after you. But it's not always that way. Sometimes, being an only child is lonely. There's no one to fight with, no one who will always be there for you and no one really trailing after you. The feeling you get when you see two siblings together is one of longing and loss but also a tinge of gratefulness.

My dog helped me through the more lonely years of fourth grade but I've also been blessed with friends who are like my sisters and cousins who resemble siblings too. But they aren't always there like a brother or sister and sometimes Skype calls aren't exactly the epitome of otherworldly connections.

But I also wonder, is the whole sibling thing exalted and uplifted? Is it really that great? Will it really change your entire life yet alone existence? It sounds kind of unrealistic and fabricated but who knows.

Then again everything happens for a reason and I've met people who are like my siblings. Maybe they'll be the aunts and uncles of my future children (if I'll have any) and the other things.

tanisha (: