“The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies.”
“She put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. ‘The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.’ Whither would you soar?”
Published in 1899 – considered to be one of the best feminine literatures. The book is not too long, very easy to read and very easy to relate to.
You never know what you are missing until you actually find it. Your past, your future, and your present seem to always linger to that one awakening thought, and now you know what you have been searching for.
Edna seems to have got the awakening, an awakening that is more of a vocation. A vocation awakened when at the time she is a mother and a wife, destined to fall in love with a man that is not her husband. The awakening does not bother about who you made yourself before it finally got to you, for when you are awakened, nothing else matters, because nothing else seem to have enough value to live and struggle for. Everything else transforms into a given, and what is not given is what you always want to fight for. As if a life, you previously lived, now lingers into your present life and drags you into emotions you never understood. Thoughts you never heard of except in the sanctuary of own mind. Thoughts never generated by an outside influence. Some thoughts are triggered by circumstances or emotions or even other people’s ideas.
There is conflict of interest and disappointment when all the effort that has been put there to tame you, is suddenly gone. Even the sense of religion and morals seems to be a shadow of the past. Right and wrong seem to be a thought carried over by ancestors, for why keep them, why carry on rules when you know freedom is priceless.
It is easy to talk and transfer ideas that are for the greater good. It is easy to say you are convicted by the norm of what is expected from you. What is not easy it to break the chains and stand facing a storm you are yet to uncover its consequences.