Living Inside My Head

Nineteenth-century writers, artists, readers, and theater-goes were fascinated by stories of death and mourning—especially of a young and beautiful woman. Famous poet and essayist, Edgard Allan Poe, was also fascinated with this, in fact, almost all of his poems have this topic. He asserted that  "The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world." Death of Elaine by Thomas Hovenden, 1882. There has been a long-standing philosophical problem of how tragic representations of suffering and death, especially of a beautiful woman, can arouse aesthetic pleasure and fascination. But why does this hold so much appeal and fascination to people? Death is often given the role of providing a sense of closure in written narratives and theatrical performances, for it is an act of greater finality and completeness than any other. As a writer quoted, "Death is the sanction of everything which the storyteller can tell. The...

If I were to die today, I'd die a broken woman.

I was standing there beside the casket, feeling helpless.. as I watch the person I love shed the most inconsolable tears. I wanted to stay by his side but I can’t. At that time I thought I ought to stay beside him and comfort him as much as I can. But I was hesistant. I didn’t dare to interrupt because those around him are his family. I’m not a part of the family so I know where I should stand..where I should place myself. Maybe some of them don’t want me near him. It’s more painful and hard for me because at that time I can’t do anything to ease his suffering…to comfort him and encourage him to be strong. I know how much he have wanted me to stayed by his side but then everytime I come near him, I was being pushed away by those people. I felt humiliated. And I have to endure that. People are all staring at us. But I didn’t feel ashamed anymore. Why should I? In that terrible moment, somehow, I gained the strength of will to bear all. I w...