Just recently have I been enlightened upon an incredible person in our society. Maya Angelou has appeared, now, multiple times in our routine discussions in Humanities. I have discovered a humanitarian that often goes unnamed in common lists. After reading only two pieces of her work, her style is evident to me; philosophical, passionate, and profound. Her writing is done with such eloquence that every single word is imagined to come out of her mouth.
Life's Good displays her "voice" as well as any other writing. As she begins to describe her misunderstanding of life, death, and all of humanity; she states, "I find myself surcease from the entanglement of questions only when I concede that I am not obliged to know everything" This summons the most vague question one can ask which is, "what is my purpose?" No, we cannot apprehend everything in this world, we all know that, but what i wonder is, why not? Why is everything not definite. Like numbers and lines. With a beginning, an end, and a middle. I wonder where questions originate from. It seems, to me, that a Utopian society seems like the future or past of our people, where no questions are asked but just merely ignorance. Now, by all means, I do not believe this totalitarian society where all aspects of life are controlled, but I see how some genius would plot to turn this world we know into a
Dystopia-like nation. I once read a book titled
The Giver that Lois Lowry wrote following a young boy living in an "anti-utopian" society. It is so incredible to think that the way they live is not so distant from our lives.
I apologize for going off on such a tangent. I really needed to stop. Anyway, here goes nothing.
I am barred in iron chains,
upright with disbelief.
I am barred in questions,
What?When?Where?
I am barred in memories,
living life in its wake.
I am barred in expectations,
all energies to liberate myself.
I am barred by love,
strange, impossible, alarming.
I am barred.
Josh
p.s. I am not barred. this is not a disclaimer, just a reminder.