Not “ the Giver” s world

by Lujin Malkawi

Hello everyone. Today I am going to share with you something that my daughter has written few months ago, after she finished reading this book “The Giver”. I thought her writing is really insightful, and deep for a twelve year old. There is also a movie made after the book.

Here is what she wrote:

“””I have just finished a book. It was assigned in my English class. I am 7thgrade.  The book is called “the Giver”, by Lois Lowry. I finished it fast! I stayed up at night and read it, maybe not having to wake up for school in the morning is a good thing.  At the beginning it seemed so much like the Divergent, a fictional story in which roles were assigned to each child and person. But the more I read, the more I realized that things that happened in the Giver are things that happen in our world. 

Let me give you a brief summary of the book.

The Giver’s world was made to be perfect. Everybody was the same, dressed the same, eating the same food, behaving the same way. Every family has 2 children, a boy and a girl, but they were not their biological kids. At age 12, each child was assigned his future role in this dystopian society. Some of them would go be Nurturers (taking care of small children), others would be Pilots(that fly drones), others would be…..whatever role it is given to them. 

One of them, every…many years , would be assigned to be the Receiver . This person was to hold all the memories, from the times before he was born until now.

This society was colorblind! People did not see in colors because the Elders thought seeing the world in color would make people do bad things.

People also were behaving very properly but they had no feelings. They did not know what was sadness, what was to be upset…..and they didn’t know what was love.

Then the Receiver, who is a young boy named Jonas, starts receiving memories from an older person, who was the  previous  Receiver for this community, but he was getting old. So Jonas gets to see, how people were living in the past.  He sees how people were sailing, sledding, he also gets to see mass protests and war. 

He understands that because of these bad things, like war, hatred, famine, the elders have built the perfect world in which they were living in. 

But then he understands another thing too. In this perfect society, when someone did not comply with the rules, when people were getting too old, when babies were considered not appropriate, or when there were twins they were RELEASED.

I had no idea what RELEASED meant at the beginning of the book. I thought that they were sent somewhere. But no, that wasn’t the case. They were actually being killed and there was a ceremony organized when someone was released. Because people had no feelings, they had no idea what they were doing and what death really meant.

Jonas realized and he saves his world, by going beyond the boundaries of his community and releasing all memories back to all people.

This book has made me sad. But it also made me realize that we don’t live in that kind of world. Our world is not perfect. For example, I don’t like animals  to be kept in  Zoos. So we should change that. I also don’t like when kids bully other kids. That should change too. But we live in a world where we care about each other and that matters so much.

Memories matter, love matters, seeing in colors matter. Life as we know it, matter.””

Alone

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: “Alone” , by Mohamed Mahmoud Hassan

Last night we were at the mall. It was past 7, it already got dark and but the artificial light was bathing this little place of the world with its sweet honey color.  We were seating on a bench, waiting for a dinner table. We didn’t make dinner reservations and there was a waiting list. It was a beautiful night, calm, people were walking, kids were playing. 

And then I saw her.

An older lady, in her late 70s or she might have been 80. I could not accurately guess her age. She was elegantly dressed, all black, black pants and a black long sleeve top. She was wearing heels, not high, but mid heel pumps. Over her black top she had a big piece of costume jewelry, a necklace. Her white hair was short, puffy, a bit like Jane’s Fonda. It was beautifully styled. I think it took a good 3-4 minutes as she walked past us. I felt my heart breaking and I was not sure why. Maybe I saw it in her eyes or maybe I felt it, but I knew that that …..she was alone. Alone.

Me and my family had dinner and a great time….and I forgot all about it. But then, at night, her image came back. I thought about her, I thought about myself and I thought about us, people. I thought about the journey of life and about what we understand while we’re doing it.

Thinking and perceiving

Nietzsche once said that:

“No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.” Nietzsche 

I am thinking…… Alone. But how alone are we? How much of me do you see and how much of you do I see? Do you see me the way I see myself? Do I see you the way you see yourself?

I don’t really know the answer. I do not want to engage solipsism or what other philosophical views are on this subject. I want a practical perspective.

Communication and understanding 

Back to my old lady in black. What did I see? I saw grace, beauty, old age, her alone feeling. It truly broke my heart, because this was my image of her. In trying to process what I saw through my own lenses I applied to her my self-avowals and self-ascriptions. 

But what if talked to her? Maybe the way I had perceived her would have stayed the same. But also, I might have found out that what I saw was not truly who she was. Maybe she had a family, maybe she had a full life and she was happy.

The way we see is not always the way others see. We all have our own truths. We all want to live in a happy world, but we each have our own definitions of happiness.

Do you see me the way I see myself? Do I see you the way you see yourself? These are questions that we should all think about. In the light of so many social problems, of so many differences in our society, on matters of gender, ethnicity and so many other differences, we should try to understand “otherness”. We are all prejudiced and have our own stereotypes. Some less then others, but we do have them, because who we are is conditioned by our experiences.

I do not know what kind of social structure will best facilitate happiness, but we are all together on this planet. Regardless of how singular our carapace of a body makes us, we are connected into something bigger. If we talk and try to understand each other, then we will live better…..and maybe when feelings of alone will hit, you will find the comfort of all these people around you, who are all the same: alone but together.   

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Utopia, a world without money

by Andrada Costoiu

Photo: Petr Kratochvil, Public Domain

Informal rules that govern our behavior, set shackles that enslave us,
A different kind of slavery, domesticating the human society.
In hordes of coins, silver and gold, and then the plastic,
Currency has shaped our culture and beliefs entirely.
 
 
But what would a world without money look like?
A sedentary world? Anarchic chaos? Or a perfect world?
Without money are we all equal?  
But some must surely be more equal than others! 
 
 
I do believe that we are all rich in different things,
Like love and kindness, like honesty and hard work,
But rational theory says that this world is driven by greed,
What do you think, what would a world without money look like?

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