I'll Never Tell
As a person receiving an education on English, it's funny how quiet I can be.
For my post-colonial literature class we are reading a book entitled, The God of Small Things. The author is a confirmed Marxist political activist named Arundhati Roy. Her background is quite interesting, but the characters she created have taken on a life of their own. Although I have just begun reading the novel, I am quite interested in a character named Estha. At a young age he became the man of his house, but was sent away to live with his father. While away, a silence took him over. One so deep that he almost fades into the background of any environment. Silence is a power on its own.
Everyday we walk around the Earth stumbling on unplanned events, absorbing the media and succumbing to the routine. How is it that this imagine character had the ability to remain quiet? We have Facebook, which allows us to be in constant communication, and updates us on the lives of people miles away. It doesn't even seem possible, but I believe it places him in a position of power.
How does my silence differ from his?
My silence comes with emotion. When emotions run high, my communication is on low. Feelings take the words from my lips, but this does NOT empower.
Vulnerability is defined as: "open to moral attack, criticism, temptation".
There is something about words and emotions that cause vulnerability. It's the feeling I hate most of all. I can't be a true writer without putting words on a page though. Bearing my soul through a piece of writing that perfectly outlines my experiences, my pros/cons, and most of all my vulnerability.