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chien_rouge525November 4, 2015
Dear Ms. C:
As a little child, I learned to flip through the history book my mother would buy from the book sale. Sometimes, I would let myself get drawn into the fairy tale of life before me and everything that happened that led to now. In the course of being drawn into the history world, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the pages that depicted wars, men pictured to be running yet stationary on paper, and a barrage of bullets spilling blood on the battlefield. Being young and naive, I was led to believe that wars happened because they needed to happen; that they happened because big, bad, mean people existed and in turn there existed the nice people who would purge the bad people.
But I grew, Miss, and I realized the sufferings of the Jews were the result of Hitler’s use of his words of hate to rally the support of the German nation against the latter race. That the Cold War was nothing but the cold shoulder between Russia and the US trades. That the reason families break up is because of the wrong things they say and do. That there are people who would hang, slash, and torture themselves mentally from the words they were forced to hear and were made to believe every single day. I grew up realizing that Japan’s plea for forgiveness would matter more to the Philippine nation than any of the war damage caused during the WW2. A simple call or text asking me how I am, telling me to take care and bidding me good night before sleep has proved to be more than enough to get me through a stressful day in college. That a simple “I’m sorry” is worth the restored friendship that comes as a result. I grew up finally realizing that more than war, there is something even worse and even more beautiful than peace itself.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words will never hurt me.” won’t always apply to all situations. If there’s one thing I learned from my 16 (going on 17) years of living in this earth, it is that any damage caused by a barrage of bullets and cannon balls cannot compare to the possible damage a single phrase said knowingly or unknowingly. Strange isn’t it? They seem so harmless; just mere letters joined together to make a unit comprising of syllables that encompass a particular meaning. They’re merely the things we see that make up phrases, then sentences, then paragraphs until they reach their ultimate evolution: a book. A story. A novel. And we enjoy these luxuries that make the unreal real. We use them to build relationships, connections; they make us humans whole. Strange. It truly is strange how something can sound so wonderful yet be the cause of all the pain and chaos the world has to offer. Words can either bring us back up or drag us down further; can make us smile or be the reason for our pain. But that is always up to us as we have the choice of what to say and what not to say. As is God’s word, OUR words are””living and active, sharper than any double-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul and spirit, joints and marrow, as it judges the thoughts and purposes of the heart.”” (Heb. 4:12) ”
Speaking from my heart,
Celine
(I know what this looks like. A letter yes. It was a thing we had to do. Write it in letter form. This is what came out. )
(I am fairly proud of this one 'cause I poured my heart and soul into it. Hihi)
Dear Ms. C:
As a little child, I learned to flip through the history book my mother would buy from the book sale. Sometimes, I would let myself get drawn into the fairy tale of life before me and everything that happened that led to now. In the course of being drawn into the history world, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the pages that depicted wars, men pictured to be running yet stationary on paper, and a barrage of bullets spilling blood on the battlefield. Being young and naive, I was led to believe that wars happened because they needed to happen; that they happened because big, bad, mean people existed and in turn there existed the nice people who would purge the bad people.
But I grew, Miss, and I realized the sufferings of the Jews were the result of Hitler’s use of his words of hate to rally the support of the German nation against the latter race. That the Cold War was nothing but the cold shoulder between Russia and the US trades. That the reason families break up is because of the wrong things they say and do. That there are people who would hang, slash, and torture themselves mentally from the words they were forced to hear and were made to believe every single day. I grew up realizing that Japan’s plea for forgiveness would matter more to the Philippine nation than any of the war damage caused during the WW2. A simple call or text asking me how I am, telling me to take care and bidding me good night before sleep has proved to be more than enough to get me through a stressful day in college. That a simple “I’m sorry” is worth the restored friendship that comes as a result. I grew up finally realizing that more than war, there is something even worse and even more beautiful than peace itself.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words will never hurt me.” won’t always apply to all situations. If there’s one thing I learned from my 16 (going on 17) years of living in this earth, it is that any damage caused by a barrage of bullets and cannon balls cannot compare to the possible damage a single phrase said knowingly or unknowingly. Strange isn’t it? They seem so harmless; just mere letters joined together to make a unit comprising of syllables that encompass a particular meaning. They’re merely the things we see that make up phrases, then sentences, then paragraphs until they reach their ultimate evolution: a book. A story. A novel. And we enjoy these luxuries that make the unreal real. We use them to build relationships, connections; they make us humans whole. Strange. It truly is strange how something can sound so wonderful yet be the cause of all the pain and chaos the world has to offer. Words can either bring us back up or drag us down further; can make us smile or be the reason for our pain. But that is always up to us as we have the choice of what to say and what not to say. As is God’s word, OUR words are””living and active, sharper than any double-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul and spirit, joints and marrow, as it judges the thoughts and purposes of the heart.”” (Heb. 4:12) ”
Speaking from my heart,
Celine
(I know what this looks like. A letter yes. It was a thing we had to do. Write it in letter form. This is what came out. )
(I am fairly proud of this one 'cause I poured my heart and soul into it. Hihi)
