OK, so this is a different sort of blog post. I want to start branching away from just reviews. In part, because up until now, I have managed to have all my deep discussions with my year 13 class, but I know that in another couple of weeks I will not get to see them daily. This makes me quite sad, and so I need to look for another outlet for these discussions.
This whole blog post stems from the conversations that I have had with my year 13’s over the last couple of days. It started yesterday in fact, with a discussion about honesty. Why is it so hard for us to tell the truth? Why do we run from a version of ourselves that tells nothing but the truth? It was pointed out to me that ultimately no lie every lasts – there was a very clever statement about time revealing all lies.
Then today in class I was introduced to Lang Leav. (Thanks Hannah!) Let’s take a moment to say how in love with her I am! I found this poem Keys which I really loved. It is so true, and so sad at the same time. It is interesting – when I read novels, especially YA novels one of the things I look for is to have a cathartic ending, I need to be able to feel and see a sense of hope.
However when it it comes to poetry, I seem instead to be drawn to a dark sadness, which reveals the deepest crevices of mankind.
Trust. On the surface it seems quite simple. We are programmed from a very young age to trust those around us. Think about babies, and small children, they trust blindly, they trust everyone. Until that trust is broken. So why as adults, and arguable, worse than that – teenagers, why do we struggle so much with trust?
I think the reality is that the two are tied together. Trust and honesty. We require both in order to really feel content. We choose our friends based on those who are trustworthy and honest. Unfortunately it usually takes being burned a few times to find out who those friends should be.
Would the world be a different place if we maintained the trust and honesty we had as children? Or would that make us all naive? If we look around at people that we know, people who are too trusting we consider to be naive. We think that their rose tinted glasses mean that their view of the world is not realistic. We marvel at the trust that children show us. Yet in reality should this not be where we all are? Should we not all just trust and be honest and the world will be a better place?
Is that how it works??
The final line of Leav’s poem “Never forget your words” strikes me as the most important. It is our words that have the power to shatter some one’s trust. To shatter someone’s hopes and dreams. They may seem little, but they can always have a big impact!