Who Am I Living For??

In both poetic pieces, Iliad and Aeneid, the wife of the characters Aeneas and Hector both pleaded them to stay with them at home and don’t proceed to fight at the war. Both Creusa, the wife of Aeneas, and Andromache, the wife of hector, begged them both that they should think of what would happen to their son if ever they would die. Their wives also tried to sway their conscience and decision by telling them of their faith as a widow if ever they would fail and die. In the Iliad, Hector showed he desired military glory over family life while in the Aeneid, Aeneas chose the safety of his family first and foremost. In the Iliad it is Hector died while his wife Andromache lived and married Helenus and in the Aeneid it is Aeneas who lived while Creusa died. Even as it may, their wives just showed how much they will go to prevent their love ones form dying. They simply want to prolong the life of their husbands so they beg, they beg for the sake of love. They showed extreme love and co...

The true battle that Aeneas fights is not for Troy. The battle of Troy is only one of the small sections of his strives towards greatness and for the true war is for Rome. Aeneas can’t give rise to a new civilization if he still clings to Troy. It’s simply that he would give rise to Rome if he would lose Troy. This fact is even observed in nature, a new forest wouldn’t sprout from the old ones if not for natural fires that give rise to new sprouts to germinate and start a new forest. This goes the same as to Aeneas; he couldn’t start Rome if he still has love for his own country. The fall also served as a push to give Aeneas something to fight for, so the fall of Troy will not go in vain.

Everybody has a bad past that some wants to forgets or some treasures. And should I sympathize with that certain past they have? With the case of Aeneas, he just suffered a great lost. To lose your own mother land is quite tragic and depressing. Some people see comfort to those who helps them ease the pain of the past. For me, I see to it that I should sympathize to anyone feeling down because if I don’t, I would look like someone who is insensitive. I myself have experienced feeling down and having a heavy burden that I bear. It somehow felt lighter whenever someone would sympathize with me. And so the past is irrevocable and there’s nothing more to do but to face the fruit and yield of our actions, we carry heavy emotion with us and so with sympathizing it somehow lessen the heaviness. It feels that you’re not alone and it feels like you’re with someone in the battle. Even with the knowledge that Aeneas would have a future far greater than his sad past doesn't mean he wou...

Mona Lisa, the lady with a mysterious smile. Her smile is truly intriguing, but it looks only like a simple smile. I may not know, but my instincts tell me that her smile is a way to hide something, something painful perhaps? Something on how gracious her smile, yet no humor nor laughter, her eyes remained neutral. It appears that she is to laugh but held it, and how her lips curved is different in typical portrait smiles. She somehow resembles an unpredictable mask, with no telling what her true feelings were. She observes grace and poise, her smile deceives many. She has many shades of emotion or feeling expressed in a single smile. For me, I feel her pain most, striking my heart; telling me, “A smile is the best thing to hide the pain.” I may not be a experienced critic, but I rely most on empathy towards the painting. I may not ask her directly but her smile tells it all. She looks like a lady smiling even though the pain is agonizing. Her gesture shows peacefulness yet I fe...

Funny to think that I invited the great, wise and old Perenelle Flamel, the widely known and feared sorceress for a cup of tea or coffee. She would be here any minute now; I asked her presence exactly three in the afternoon in my house somewhere south of Alaska. I believe she still resides in San Francisco. This very moment I was waiting for my kettles to boil, one filled with tea and the other filled with coffee. Well I was a bit early; it was only quarter till two in the afternoon. Maybe I was too excited. I feel sleepy watching over the kettles to boil. I turn off the furnace and slept in the couch. I think I over slept. I woke up it was two fifty-seven! “Good God!” I said to myself in shock. I quickly turned to my furnace and saw the kettle. I took the lid of the kettle and saw both of the tea and coffee are both solid ice. “How cold is it?” I asked myself while looking for the thermostat. The reading says -30° Centigrade! Golly! I looked again at the time; it was exactly … 3’o ...

The space I woke up in was grassy and moist. The air was filled the scent of burning leaves, like the scent of fresh autumn. I feel lost and scared. When I opened my eyes, darkness filled the air. I was in the center of a field and when I focused more I saw someone was sitting in front of me, it was my friend,  Zephaniah. She was sitting in front of me, watching me sleep. She smiled and I sat up, "Where are we? And what are we doing here?" I asked as it is the common question to ask.  "Well here we are in forest of broken dreams. The gloomiest shadowrealm." she said with a smile then with a pause, she stood up  immediately with a stern face. I saw her expression changed. She looked as if observing the whole place firmly. She looked down on me and gave out a hand to lift me, "and we're going to hell, the shadowrealm which is the most  accommodating." she pulled me up with ease and she ended with a grin. "We must in any circumstances leave the ...

Dear Nameless, Hi, If you would read this letter I made just for you, I hope you'd always believe. They say that when you fall, you'd fall and no matter what you'd stay in the free fall unless you fall out of love, and for me I feel I was falling into an infinite pit. The feeling was all because of you. I hope you wouldn't change and I hope that I'd fall more into you. I don't know why, but every time you're around my heart skips a beat and suddenly my stomach is a cage full of butterflies. You can make me smirk, smile and you above the rest can totally make me laugh. I hope that we'd be together always to share moments, memories and laughs, but life is not that generous. I hope you will never ever change because you're so hard to find like a single diamond in a field of coal. Some would say that I'm just wasting my time, but what do they know to how I feel for you. Let them talk and say what they want. We'd just laugh at the thought beca...