
I am a huge fan of Sylvia Plath-so much so that I wanted to go to Smith just because she graduated from there-and lately I have been rereading a book with all her journals, from the time just before she went to university to just before she killed herself. I find her one of the most profound poets that ever existed-a huge generalization but whatever I love her-and whenever I am feeling like no one can understand me all I have to do is open her journals and its like I have a voice. I guess that is the power of a good poet or writer, to make the reader believe that they have a voice, that they are not alone.
I got it quite a few years ago, and when I was reading it for the first time I had highlighted and underlined lines that I found spoke to me truly. Anyway the strange thing, is that now many years later, while rereading it, I find myself looking for the lines that I had concentrated on, and I still find them to be the most inspiring, the most lines that make sense to me. Could it be that I have not changed, that eventhough on certain things I have worked on myself and have felt that I improved, the 'essence' of myself is still the same? Could it be that the feelings and thoughts that I had when I was 17 are similar to the ones at 27?
How scary is that thought, and how completely uncomfortable. I have been keeping a diary since I was around 11 years old-if not a bit younger-and I still have them all, it is entertaining to sit and read them, and I do that every once in awhile, and what I have found to my complete shock, is that I still write about similar topics. It seems as if my life and the issues that I have with my life, are similar to when I was younger. You could say that this is impossible, I mean come on Lulwa, you are older, you have gone to university, you just started a new job...but seriously they are similar.
I was talking about this with some friends last night, and one of them said that you might be able to change some things about your personality, but not what 'you really are'! I was horrified by this statement, isn't the whole point of life, of living is to change, to develop, to learn from our failures and successes? If this is the case, shouldn't the Lulwa who is sitting in front of her lap top in Amman at 27, be dealing with things that the same Lulwa sitting in the same place at 17 could not possibly have conceived of? Or maybe more to the point, that they might be dealing with similar issues, but that the WAY they deal with them should be different? It is normal that I still have to deal with man problems, but should not all my experiences and the experiences of my friends, have thaught me new skills, new ways to deal with men and the way I feel about them. Can it be that I still rebel against my parents in the same way that my teenage self did, did I not get to know them better now that I am older, and that being the case should I not be able to treat them differently, to understand them better. Have all these years, when I thought that I had changed, when friends had told me that I am completely different then the high school girl they knew, be a lie?
The only way I can think of ending this post is to quote Sylvia: "I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticising life and take the easy way out. To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love." I guess all I can hope for is to do this, and inshallah I will change...no I must be changing!






