Overbarin' Primes and Sequencial

10b4 111020 Sol Kim

September 20, 2011

     Sylvia Plath killed herself by cooking her head in the oven. She must have been very determined to give up her life, because she chose the painful death-which means she didn’t even care how she will die since she just desired death, and because she had her two little children left behind. Her thoughts of ending her life were so strong that her pain and her own children couldn’t change her mind. Like her, there are many people committing suicides nowadays: not in the oven maybe but by various other ways.

     To continue living, by these means, is the game that every human being plays without choice, including myself. Continue living seems to be so easy, that there is nothing to be done but just to breathe. However, on the other side of the coin life is complicated and difficult, and to endure that and keep on going, a person needs a lot of internal strength. For all hardships, one has his or her game set up for them: to continue playing, or to quit. To continue and bear all those sufferings is a hard choice, where to quit and forget about everything is such an attractive and easy way. So that-to continue life-is the game hard to win, easy to lose, and nobody can choose not to play it.

     On the rocking horse the rider has to bear the rocking that goes on incessantly. The rider should be anxious not to get off from the horse because if that’s it, he or she will die. The scene, however, can be viewed as a steady scene: the horse, never stop, keeps on rocking, and the rider keeps on riding. Steady, never ending: the riders who continue to stay on the back of the horse, and who don’t choose to stop the ride and fall off to the ground. It is such long times till the riders are too exhausted to continue, or the horse uses its entire engine. For the people who choose to continue, the game is the steady one. Getting through the successive ups and downs, life rocks people off and they are all busy not to be taken off. The rider seems to be rocking and having a hard time, but overall he or she is continuing their life, steadily, like a swan that steadily swims on the pond but working hard to death under the water.

     Bruise seems to be noticeable and very bothering. Surprisingly, it doesn’t give people much pain: only if they don’t care about it. Bruise stays calm until someone presses it-than it cries out loud, and the person feels the pain-and so do our game. When people try not to notice their hardships, and not to be so reacting to the events, life is subtle and quiet, just like the life of the monks.

     Sylvia Plath was such a wonderful poet, and I adored her language. She chose the easy way: to lose, and quit her life-quit the sufferings. She must have had her reasons. However for me right now, life, though it is full of pain, seems to be valuable: and it can be steady and subtle if one tries to see the big picture of it. I hope, for myself, not to quit this game.