January 17

It Runs In The Family (A River Runs Through It Lit Exploration)

An individual’s values are shaped by the people around them and help influence their decisions.

 

Family is something in life that you can never avoid. Ever since you were born, your parents and siblings have been helping you learn lessons on life and how to grow up. Most of the time, the things that your family has taught you will stay with you and become your core values and beliefs in life. Even when you are grown, you are subconsciously following the values that you had been influenced by since you were young. This is because an individual’s values are shaped by the people around them, and help influence their actions and decisions.  

In A River Runs Through It, it can be seen from the very start of the film that Reverend Maclean plays a huge part in his children’s lives – mainly Norman’s, whose own values and life decisions are influenced by his father’s expectations and values. He had learned a lot from his father in his childhood that can be seen throughout the rest of the film. Some of his main character traits are parallel to the foundations of fly-fishing, a lesson taught by his father: fly-fishing was an art that required structure, discipline, and grace to be done properly, and it is reflected in the way that Norman is as a person. By the father teaching his sons how to fish, he helped to foster their core values not only when they were fishing, but also in their life. The activities, where we connect most with our parents, can impact our own interests and values acquired through sharing and learning from these activities.  Norman’s father also homeschooled Norman from a young age, making sure that all of his work was perfect and there were no errors in it – holding him to a high standard. Reverend Maclean would correct Norman’s writing with a red pen that would later be used to symbolize how the father was still correcting Norman in his adult life. This was shown in a later scene between adult Norman and the father are in the father’s study where he used to be homeschooled. Norman is explaining to his father he wants to work in forestry and the father – with the red pen in hand – is instantly correcting him, telling Norman that it is not a good idea. The father picking up the red pen at this time parallels from when Norman was just a boy. The father only puts down the pen when Norman says that he wants to become a professor, pleasing the father enough. Norman’s profession has always been influenced by the father. Even when he was a child, he said that he wanted to be a minister because he assumed that was expected of him. He was thinking realistically until he was asked if he could be anything, what would he choose to be? He quickly changed his answer to a boxer. He chose to say minister first because he thought that it was just what was expected of him to do and that he had to do it, but deep down, he wanted to follow his dreams and become a boxer. When Norman gets a job offered a job from the University of Chicago as a and English professor, pleasing the father, Norman is still happy because it is something that he wants to do as literature and writing are another value and interest in his life. He had become his father in a way, teaching people and correcting them when they made a mistake, the same way the father did to Norman when he was being homeschooled.  For many people, like Norman, they follow in either the footsteps of their parents, or work towards a future that is expected of them by their family because it brings a sense of achievement and pride in their life – finding success for them and honour for their family.  Norman accepted the interests and beliefs of his father, allowing them to influence his professional career, his own family’s values, and his hobby for fly-fishing.  The Reverend Maclean’s influence over Norman led to both his success and happiness.

Although Paul was younger than Norman, he still had a lot of influence in his brother’s life. He played the role of Norman’s brother’s keeper and influenced some of his actions greatly when they were children. Paul was the idealistic one out of the two of them; when thinking about what he wanted to do when he grew up, he decided he wanted to be a fly fisherman. When told that it wasn’t a real job, he changed his answer to a boxer as a more ‘realistic’ answer but it was still idealistic. By changing his answer, Norman is prompted to do the same, changing his answer to the boxer as well, thinking more idealistically. This scene was shown to see the differing beliefs that the boys had- Paul always thinking more ideally while Norman thought realistically. Although they thought very differently, Paul was usually able to influence Norman to think more like him. An example of this is in the scene where Norman, Paul, and their friends all steal a boat to go down a waterfall. Their friends back out, thinking realistically of the consequences. Paul, on the other hand, wants to do it and persuaded Norman to join him. Paul was in the front of the boat, leading, while Norman was in the back. This shows how Paul is guiding Norman’s ideas and influencing him to be more like Paul, thinking more idealistically. It can also show how Paul is more reckless, irresponsible, and passionate while normal is thoughtful, cautious and responsible, but can still be persuaded to be reckless like Paul. Once their boat crashes, Norman is seen isolated from the rest of his friends and shifted in personality. He is more solemn and quiet because he realizes the consequences of his actions and how it could have gone badly, unlike Paul who is just focussing on how much fun the experience was. Norman is later seen making a sandwich, still shaken up by what happened during the boat scene. Paul comes in as his usual cheery self and begins to ‘fix’ Norman’s sandwich. The whole time, Norman is saying that he doesn’t want Paul to fix it, that it was fine how it was. This was to symbolize Norman rejecting Paul’s influence in Norman’s life. The sandwich reflected Norman’s ideologies and when Paul came to fix it, he was trying to impede his way of thinking onto Norman. But, Norman rejected this, not allowing Norman to influence his values and beliefs. This is why when they are grown up, there is such a contrast between their characters. Norman is more affected by his father’s influence while Paul is living life his own way. It could be examined that by Paul not being influenced by his father’s beliefs, his actions that he decided to do throughout his adult life could have caused his death. He was violent and hot-headed, unlike Norman, and eventually died from his actions.

I have also been heavily influenced by my family. All throughout my childhood, I was told that I wanted to be a vet. My parents would constantly tell me that being a vet would be the best course of actions for me when I was an adult because it paid well and I got to help animals. I believed them and throughout my whole childhood, my actions were influenced by the idea of me becoming a vet. I would read only animal and vet books and pretend to be doing surgery on my stuffed animals all so that I could make my parents proud of me. Helping animals became one of my values growing up and it affected the way that I handled situations, like taking care of my own pets. But as I began to get older and the animals that I had had since birth began dying, I started to realize that I wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of some of my animal patients dying. I loved animals too much to watch them in pain, and I realized that I didn’t want to be the reason that an animal was in pain as I was trying to help them, so I needed to find another profession. I started noticing that I liked to make people feel good- I liked making them happy and being the reason that they smiled. My friends would come to me with problems that they had and I was excited to help them work through it. I had found a new purpose in life, to help people instead of animals. I would still hold my core value of helping something, but I could direct it to people instead and not have to worry about hurting them physically. By my parents influencing me at such a young age to help something in need, I was able to find something that I really want to do while still following their wishes. Helping is one of my core values in life and I try to help at least one person a day because that’s what my parents have taught me to do.

Family is one of the biggest factors in shaping an individual’s values and beliefs that will influence their actions and choices in life. Even if you do not have the strongest relationships with your family, what they had taught you in your childhood remains with you as you grow old. The memories that you share with them, the experiences that are taught will guide you through life, for better or for worse. But, you are still able to become your own person, you can learn from your family’s mistakes and become someone completely different than them, later teaching your own children your personal values and beliefs.

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January 17

A Lovely Lie (Polished Visual Response #2)

The dirt-filled water sits by her feet; there is barely enough to last the rest of the day. It is as brown and dirty as the ground that she had retrieved it from. Rocks and specks of dirt rest in it, making it difficult to even see the bottom of the bowl that it lays in. She is grateful, though. There are people that have it far worse than her- she is lucky enough to have found some water. She has to tell herself this to mask the disappointment that she feels bubbling in her, threatening to erupt if she allows it to.

 

She picks out as many visible pieces of debris as she can, feeling calm as the water gently kisses the tips of her fingers. When she picks out the last piece that she can, she decides it is time to begin her trek back home. It is about an hours walk back in the harsh sun, on the scorching hot ground. Her feet are already blistering from the walk there, but she tries to ignore the pain.

Instead of dwelling on her pain, she glances down at the puddle of water in her grasp, watching as it moves freely in the container with every step she takes; it seems like it is dancing to a song that is not being sung. The simplicity of the water fascinates her- the way that it can take any form and do as it pleases. She wishes that she could lead a life like that. Her mind begins to wander through endless possibilities and realities, imagining all the lives that she could have lived.

She imagines a pool.

The water so clear you can see the bottom easily and can see your reflection so well it is like looking in a mirror. Children giggle and splash one another. She sits down at a shallow end of the pool, feeling the cool water encapsulate her gently. It brings a rush of serenity over her as she just enjoys listening to the things around her.

People are talking about what they’ll do after they swim and what they’ll eat for dinner with no fear or uncertainty in their voices. Food is plentiful enough that they do not have to ration it or go to bed with an empty stomach. Just the thought of that brings a sense of joy to her.

She looks around, observing her environment. There are colours that she has never seen in the natural world. Blues and whites so bright that it hurts to look at for too long. It is a nice change from the browns and greens that usually surround her.

People wear shoes on their feet and many of them have jewellery on. She glances at a man wearing a wedding ring and a necklace and notices herself absently touching her ring finger, imagining what it would be like to have a ring of her own. A ring that reminds her how much someone loves her and wants to spend the rest of their life with her. What a lovely thought that is.

Everyone seems happy.

Everyone seems healthy and well fed.

Just as she begins to relax and enjoy what is going on around her, she is yanked back into reality, back to the dirt road leading up to her hut.

The straw hut stands tall, bearing the sun better than she is. It has been her home for as long as she can remember, the walls holding all of her childhood memories, and probably the rest of her adult memories. She opens the door with remorse, trying desperately to go back to her dream.

But she can’t.

Her stomach reminds her of how hungry it is, her throat begs for water, her body longs for a rest. She tries to follow their commands as best as she can, drinking a small bit of the water and sitting on the edge of her bed, but it’s still not enough.

It’s never enough, and it never will be enough.

“But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”
Martin Luther King, Jr

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November 29

My What-If Life

“Adoption is a lifelong journey. It means different things to me at different times. Sometimes it is just a part of who I am. Other times it is something I am actively going through.”
― Kelly DiBenedetto, 

I am constantly feeling like I don’t know who I truly am. Being adopted was probably one of the best things that could have happened to me- but it it also plagues me with dread.

Who am I really? Who was I supposed to become if I wasn’t adopted?

I have a whole life that is hidden from me, locked away and covered with ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could have been’. I am still tied to that identity through frayed strings. Each day, they decay a little more, causing me to drift further away from my what if life. It is a life so distant yet so close.

My adoptive parents are my real parents to me- they have been with me since birth and have shaped me fully into the person that I am today. I learned about their family traditions and all about their family history and where they came from. My mother was an immigrant; she was born in Scotland and moved to Canada when she was a teenager. I thought that this was the coolest thing ever, she was more than just Canadian, she had a different accent and traditions than the people that lived in Canada their whole life.

I envied her for that.

I spent most of my life thinking that I was just Canadian- there was nothing special about my lineage, nothing that was worth talking about. It took thirteen years for my parents to finally tell me that I was actually First Nations and Mi’kmaq. I was brought up with stereotypes of First Nations- how they were alcoholics and lazy, the ideas being fed into me since I was old enough to reason. They hid it from me out of embarrassment of thinking that I would turn out like ´them´ if I truly knew who I was. But, I did not.

Now, I struggle with who I truly am. Genetically, I am one thing. But culturally, I am another. I was never influenced by my Mi’kmaq side and it haunts me every day that I can never truly learn about the traditions and who I could have been if I had been taught about it. It is my secret life, a different part of me that could have been, and wanted to be.

I know that when I am older and living on my own, I want to learn more about that culture. I want to be amerced in a life that will embrace me and make me feel like I truly belong. I can never know what my true identity is without being subjected to my what if life.

October 29

Where Have All The Children Gone?

Where have all the children gone?

The creaking silence of longing echoes through the streets. It sounds like the old, wooden floors under dainty feet of all the children running around. Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in their hair and swinging from the branches of their favourite trees.

Their laughs used to flood the home. Toys were scattered all over the floor, always being played with at any free moment they had. New, colourful worlds used to be scribbled onto blank pieces of paper, each more magnificent than the previous. These children were our blank canvas- a fresh start for us.

Where have all the children gone?

Bleached skin and teary eyes are all they are now. The only human contact that they get is the back of a hand across their soft cheek. Their world is just a long line of sad faces, long hours of forced work, and short times of rest. They are forced to become someone new, being told that their old self is ‘ugly’ and ‘unlovable’. They spend hours learning a language that they cannot use outside of the walls they are trapped in.

Those of us who were spared wander around like abandoned kids lost in the woods. The lights in our lives are gone. We do not know what to do without them here, there is no one to guide, no one to tell stories to.

We were told that we were a bad influence on them. The world thought that we were ‘savages’ and that they were saving our children of having the same fate as us. But, who has the right to steal a child away from their mother and call it just? What are a child without their mother’s tender nurture and words of wisdom?

Where have all the children gone?

They came back to us too late. They want to be excited to be home finally, but they cannot. They are just a broken shell of who they were. Their parents talk to them, trying to give them words of love, but they cannot understand. Their language and way of life before are entirely erased. There is nothing from the past left.

We had hoped that they were just hiding. We had hoped that they were just playing a trick on us. We had hoped that those years of their absence was just a bad dream. But we know that this was all real. That the children we once knew and loved are gone.

“When the school is on the reserve, the child lives with its parents, who are savages, and though he may learn to read and write, his habits and training mode of thought are Indian. He is simply a savage who can read and write. It has been strongly impressed upon myself, as head of the Department, that Indian children should be withdrawn as much as possible from the parental influence, and the only way to do that would be to put them in central training industrial schools where they will acquire the habits and modes of thought of white men.”

John A. MacDonald


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I wrote this piece from the prompt on Orange Shirt Day about residential schools and how it has affected a whole generation of people. I decided to use the quote at the end to show how people viewed that residential schools were needed in Canada and how the government viewed them. I also drew information from Joseph Kerschbaum’s piece Where Have All The Children Gone.

 

September 13

The Sun Will Rise

I believe in endless tomorrows.

A lifetime of new beginnings.

The past is a beast. Holding a tight grip on my memories, tainting them in a way I can never reverse. It destroyed the good that was once in them into a distorted nightmare I cannot escape. My memories used to be a comfort for me- showing me a sweeter time of innocence. But now, it is just a constant reminder of everything I have done wrong with my life, never being able to rewrite the mistakes.

The present is no better.

“Live in the present,” they say. But, all I hear is, “embrace confusion.”

It is a blindfold across my eyes, forcing me to blindly trust where it is taking me.The present is a confusing place where nothing is for certain and aimless confusion is your guide for a better tomorrow. But I don’t want trust. I want control on my own destiny.

That is why I believe in tomorrow.

It is a safety blanket for me. It does not matter if it will be a day away or years away, the future will be brighter. The sun rising is my reminder that the morning is a fresh start for me. All the colours swirling together in a beautiful burst that will not be seen throughout the rest of the day. It brings serenity to me as I realize it’s a new day to be a better person and to rewrite the mistakes of the past. Tomorrow is a safe place where everything will be alright- it doesn’t matter whether the actual tomorrow is this way, it just matters that I have a small, little promise with myself that everything will be alright.

I hold onto the belief of a brighter future. I tell myself that everything will work out. I like to imagine myself in the future- a couple years older, living by myself, doing what I want to do. It will be a time when I’m happy and safe, no longer holding onto the dread of the present or the past.

Because, to live in a world of dread is to not live.

Tomorrow, I will take on all of these things. I will be unstoppable.     

-Marie Lu

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