Hey Blogging World
I know I haven't posted in forever but we're going to skip over all the fuddy duddy reasons and just get straight to the point of the post. We received essays back today from Term One and I read through my creative piece and actually thought it was decent enough to share with all of you. The context was 'Whose Reality' (Original post title right?) and the prompt was:
Reality is always open to interpretation by individuals.
Tessa
I'd seen it on the news. The tsunamis. Giant tidal waves hitting the shoreline and raging on further. "But the people are fine". They would say, "Everything is fine." So the world kept on turning, the people here kept on going, in their reality, nothing was wrong.
Tari
They came so quickly, the water rose and crashed down on us. People fled to higher ground, hiking their children on their shoulders. All the houses, they fell down hopelessly. After it was over, the news crews came from all over the world. I watched them s they told people to smile. They were trying to provide a different reality to people, attempting to the show the world we were okay. But I sat and hoped, hoped that someone would see in a different way. Someone who could help us.
Tessa
The flight over caused me to reflect on my life. The way I saw things seemed to be different to others. Not just in the sense of the glass half full or half empty, but watching drones stare at a t.v screen, nod in agreeance and move on with life. They didn't question it, didn't want to find out more. They are content with being told someone's reality. That's all it is essentially, someone telling large groups of people the way things are going in their eyes. Why people don't go out and find their own way to see is another brain buster. We landed safely and I walked out into the humid air. I had my bags, money but all the motels had been knocked down. There was nowhere to go. That's when I met Tari.
Tari
I was looking around for pieces of lifed when I met Tessa. She had a kind face and lovely shoes. She was not from here. I stood up and looked at her, peering around to see where her camera was. But there was no one else, just her. She held out her hand and I reluctantly shook it. She explained to me what she h ad seen on the news and how she wanted to see what was really happening, She said she was finding her own reality. I led her to the main village where everyone was. I watched as her expressions changed, her reality changing before her eyes. It was almost funny to see. She broke into tears, apologizing to everyone for what had happened, falling to the ground in despair. But I picked her up and smiled at her. "That is just the way you see it, that is your... oh what's that word? Interpretation. That's it. It's just your interpretation. For us, we are all well. We are alive and we are together. That means everything is okay."
Tessa
Emotions were the only way to show how I felt today. Upon walking in to the village I was swept with feelings of grief. People standing on flattened houses, trying to find decent parts to re-use. Children crying for food and their parents only able to give remnants that they had hoped to eat themselves. It all seemed shocking, the t.v showed none of this. The t.v could not show the emotions of these people but if it could pain would pour out of the screen. I began to tear up, but Tari stopped me. She explained to me her reality and told me to look again. I looked and at first still saw grief. I looked a little harder, people working together as one. The community coming together, bringing all their resources, and Tari with her class. She was a teacher at the local school, so in my luck spoke English. We stood and watched her students play and I noticed a boy in the background. "Who is that boy?" I asked her. "That is the boy whose parents never came." She replied. I wondered what she meant of this. Tari opened up her reality to me. My reality was changed. But I can go home now, tell people of what I saw, that will change my reality, right? Wrong. No matter how hard I try, my reality will always be mine. I cannot force it onto others. They will see the events of the tsunami differently, everyone interprets it differently. Just like the boy, how he sees things will forever be unknown to me. His reality is his and my reality is mine.
Binn
I knew it was coming, I could sense it. Everyone continued on liked everything was okay. Miss Tari was telling us it would just be a storm, waves get big before a storm. But the waves kept getting bigger. One by one children disappeared as their parents hurriedly took them away, realizing that waves ere getting bigger. Soon enough it was just Miss Tari and I. She looked worried and gave me a smile that I think was supposed to be reassuring. "Do you know if your parents are coming Binn?" I shook my head. Dad had gone fishing today, mum was at home unwell. I knew they wouldn't come. Then we had to leave, the waves crashed through everything and when it was over, my parents still didn't come. A lady was standing with Miss Tari today. She looked at me. I didn't know who she was, but I knew her reality was not mine. She kept looking trying to find something in me. Some sort of pain perhaps. But there's no pain. She can try and say there is, they all try to say my reality is pain. But that's just what they see, what they interpret. I am the boy whose parents never came. That is all. That is my reality.
La Vie Vivante.
