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Unraveling the Mystery of Love: Does This Even Exist in the World Where You Belong?

MY PERSPECTIVE ON Lacanian Perspectives on Love

I love you but what I’m loving you is that my love of myself seeing ‘me’ in you.” Does the typical belief of ‘what love is’ still co-exist with the stance that Lacan is trying to pursue unto his discussion of ‘what it truly is’? Can there be an agreement that love gets its single definition? Can there be one great unity as what our civilization is attempting? The article I’ve just read suggests that the answers are NO.

The lover and the love of this lover are elements of love. Their desire to be together to preserve each other’s life describes Sigmund Freud’s Erotic Instinct whereas it claims that attachment can eventually be destructive. It contradicts the idea that love is about wholeness and harmony for this must consist the differences between the elements in order for it to be true. Then, is there a love that is false? Inauthentic is how it has been termed. A displacement occurs where there is a case of mistaken identity; and this is what the Lacanian theory talks about- that transference love is an imaginary passion that becomes an obstacle to the analysis.

When the elements of love focus on the feeling of sameness instead of the difference, the relation deems to be narcissistic whereas the subject sees the perfection of himself/herself to the object; and the subject becomes an object worthy of love. This creates the illusions of “falling in love” which is not real because it only reflects the reality of an ego that is imaginary. Freudian idea of love is self-love: We love the one who harbors response or the response to the question ‘Who am I?’ Lacan used to say that Jacques-Alain Miller depicts that to love is to give what you haven’t got. In the subject of emptiness, the lack of one’s being is recognized and is given to the Other.

To really love someone is to believe that by loving them, you’ll get truth about yourself.” Passionate love produces ‘psychological catastrophe’ and it is a mistake because adverse effects will soon emerge. It is a ‘deceptive feeling that should be overcome’. It is only when the true nature of love is realized and when one is freed from its affects that the ego will be healthier and more mature.

Aside from being imaginary, love is also characterized by symbolic register which illustrates that it is impossible to express such love without the use of language: People do not love if they don’t talk about love. There is no love if there is no speech and if one does not speak, he/she does not love- because it has turned to be a demand from the fundamental desire of a subject for the other. Ego is altered as there is something to be shared upon; while the Subject appeals to the Other and this Other responds to that Subject.

Based on specificity and particularities, I love you but because I love you that which is not you; I mutilate you– subject says. The object itself is ruined just as how love itself is lacking and inadequate. Can the search for wholeness by finding the one who would fill the gap or lack of human being be called love? It is within Lacanian perspective… that love is the subject’s perception of the object of desire and its sublimation. Love relies on what other lacks and not on what the other has concludes that ‘oneness is an impossibility’. The love which many people believe that they feel and experience does not actually exist for it is only a form of compensation when the sexual relation finds its deficiency.

As for my point of view, I can assert that Miss Darlene Demandante, the writer of the article (and speaker in the symposium), has made such a substantive compilation on how the thinkers who are mentioned earlier have been philosophizing on love. The ideas have varying degrees of greatness to an extent that apprehension can still be comprehensive for it does not insist on agreeing upon a collectivized official meaning of love. It does not necessarily require that all of the people who will ask about the essence of love shall come up with one idea and be contented about it.

What the texts are trying to say grant me the knowledge to broaden my horizon that I may deeply understand that love is a complex matter. It can be explained by anyone yet nobody can fully achieve its definition. To some philosophers, love is a problem that needs to be resolved. While romance doesn’t care about the technicalities, scholars continue to seek for contemplation, and commoners are persistent to inquire about it… I will remain consistent with my belief that love exists. There are reasons and results just like how causes and effects work together. Explanations may arise; I still believe that love exists for majority of us know that while it is here, we can possibly endure what pains us; because at the end, it’s our mindset that really matters. Faith has its stronghold that binds things in the most undeniable form.

Perhaps I have high respect to those intellects who have critically scrutinized their topic. I can decide whether or not I will fully believe to that matter they have just explained. The discussion is quite commendable yet there are instances that cross the borders of what I think are already covered by the off-limits. Yes, it is true that human emotions can change the course of analysis because it is immeasurable. This may sound so simple of a factor to consider but to humanity, it plays a great role that no man or woman has discovered yet.

That is why it is called “perspectives”, isn’t it? It is based upon a particular standpoint. Defying the locks that imprison the notion of love inside a mystical cell is like attempting to discover when the death is approaching, to defeat an enemy that is not even there, to spend a lifetime exploring about what has really been making sense and if it is even significant at all.

Where do you stand? Have you even tried positioning yourself? Have you even asked what is it with love that we allot our time thinking about it when in fact, not everyone is sure if it really exists as how we ought to feel, experience, and believe it in our own ways?

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I Myself Choose the Meaning They Have

Jean- Paul Sartre’s claims on Existentialism appear to me as evident proofs inhabiting such ideas that can make certain people believe about the knowledge on existence; yet it still bothers me that it somehow opposes what I’ve believed since I acquire the consciousness of confirming what is true for me. I remember the line Not that we believe that God does not exist, but we think that the problem of his existence is not the issue– definitely, this sounds agnostic but that doesn’t keep me from reading. It actually makes me think deeper and hold on to every argument that is thrown, without losing my faith and sense of wonder.

There are two standpoints presented: Christianity and Positivism- whereas both conclude something that is different from Sartre’s assertion. Christianity says that ‘Man has been created in the image of God’ supported by the statements ‘Man is nothing by himself; he owes everything to his Creator’ and ‘Man has special status before all other creatures’. This is countered by Sartre, saying that ‘Human being is the supreme and sovereign reality; there’s no pre-determined essence and he makes himself freely through his activities’. Positivism says that ‘Man is an end itself, a supreme value’ which establishes that ‘life is continuous and earnest act of worship’. This is countered by Sartre, saying that ‘Man, is by nature free, and still to be determined’.

Given the polarity of views, I honestly feel like floating due to the strength of their convictions; but it has not caused my own beliefs to falter. For humanism, man is real and there’s nothing above him that no reality can be any higher. From an existentialist point of view, man is never to be taken as an end for he is still to be figured out. Man is who gives rise to his own values. What makes him exist is the mere fact that he is self-surpassing; wherein he is free outside of himself to project, to lose, to pursue transcendence, and be the heart of it. In this perspective, the universe is full of human subjectivity, total freedom and inevitable responsibility. Perhaps absolute individualism is what it tells that matters, individual and social aspects must be weighed in and get accommodated.

Humans always aim for the better. Nothing can be better for him unless it is better for all. We are supposedly conscientious individuals that as we discover ourselves is the moment we also discover others. Are there any choices left with us? Terms are easily defined but they get complicated in the process. Thus, what makes man a universal concept? The decision is within us. We are condemned to be free. Consume our lives constructively.

Isn’t it that Man is nothing else but that which he makes of himself? Thus, I stand still. Existentialism, humanism, positivism, Christianity- I myself choose the meaning they have.

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A Game of Juggling

Through a student’s perspectival world…

If you were to pick one to let go: between social life, good grades, and sleep- what would it rather be?

It’s quite hard to choose. At first, I’d tell you I am willing to let go of sleep for a cup of coffee and a bite of apple can attest to that; but honestly, whenever I get back to bed, it feels like a promising forever.

Perhaps I swear to God, I am never letting go of my good grades! Oh mighty heavens. Shall it be the moment of truth? A moment that tells me to pick my social life and throw it… to far, far away. I can’t. Now that it gives me the enjoyment of a company and the achievement of a particular goal, more than a chunk of academics, I can finally taste the sweetness of defeat and the spice of fulfillment.

Look, I understand if nobody cannot really understand what I am saying right now. My mind is so full. So do my soul.

My point is, who really cares of what we are going to choose among these three significant aspects of our lives? Does anybody even show some concern unto you deciding what’s right? Is there something that is really right? How can you distinguish? As for me, as long as I know I love what I’m doing, I cannot go wrong. It might be different from the views of others, but this is me and I’d hate not to stand by it.

I choose good grades. I dare to socialize. I can’t truly abandon sleep. Only if I can juggle them all too well, then I don’t have to worry insanity and stuffs. The thing is, I am far beyond the master of this game which life has been offering me. Ask me, I play. I can’t guarantee you that I will ace this battle; but remember that as much as my chances of losing this, is the amount of opportunities that I can actually win.

Sure win. Just with the fact that I learn while I explore and discover the tricky things, I am telling you guys I’m going home a victor. I’m taking home the bacon. Hail me as champion for I played a game I haven’t been familiar with; yet I tried. I succeed.

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V. Moreno’s Order for Masks

Hi everyone, I would just like to share to you what I’ve written for this day. It was about a poetry interpretation and a bit of reflecting on how I can apply the lessons in my life. I hope that you can relate with  what I’ve done perhaps I’m not sure if you find my writing style relish-able. However, I believe that the poem I’m going to discuss is universal; and as time passes by, I am also looking forward into becoming a better writer who knows how to express herself clearly and not just to impress anybody. Have a great day!

ORDER FOR MASKS

Virginia Moreno

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            Philippine poetry’s high priestess, Virginia Moreno, is a versatile personality in the industry of arts. She is a well-known poet who has published books locally and internationally, containing her literary works. She deserves a great recognition for her noble masterpieces. She has this style in writing that absolutely accentuates her advocacies as a feminist. Also, her active involvement in resolving social, political and cultural issues give rise to more passionate and ingenious attacks. Her readers would be kept stunned by her creations at first glance yet they would have found a way to relate contextual imageries in order to understand the messages behind each line that is presented to strike or even influence them.

Order for Masks is a sophisticated poem indulged with a variety of peculiarities and symbolisms. It is written in free verse which has made it a bit laid-back physically, but is supplemented with overflowing ideas once it is understood fully.

To this harlequinade, I wear black tight and fool’s cap. Harlequinade is a part of a theatrical show wherein there is a portion when the comical harlequin and the clown perform pantomime or buffoonery to entertain the viewers. A harlequin’s character wears mask and is always mute. In the poem, the speaker associates herself being in this type of disposition. Instead of wearing a tight that is colorful or designed with diamonds, she described her suit as black in color. She wears a cap that is for the fool. It seems like she does not feel very happy to be this kind of character because she puts up indicators that are cheerless. She only lives to bring solace to other people but can’t do it for her own good. Billiken*, make me three bright masks, For the three tasks in my life. A billiken is a doll or a mascot that looks like an elephant. To some countries, it is believed that this ‘billiken’ brings luck to people by putting one’s worries away. It is being looked at as a charming mystique and it might be the reason why the speaker asks three bright masks from Billiken. Three faces to wear, One after the other, For the three men in my life. The speaker points out her need for masks. She has to wear each mask whenever she reaches out each of the three different persons in her life. So, the first stanza of the poem is intended to disclose the purpose of why the speaker has to ask for masks. It is not totally detailed perhaps it gives a hint of the situations that may follow.

When my Brother comes, make me one opposite, If he is a devil, a saint, With a staff to his fork, And for his horns, a crown. In the second stanza, it is being construed that the speaker has a brother and she is a sister. There is a growing comparison between these two people. It is the intention of the speaker to actually be the contrary of what her brother used to be. She has to be diverged from his personality. I hope for my contrast, To make nil, Our old resemblance to each other, and my twin will walk me out. Here goes the ratification of gender roles in the society. Being a sister means that she has to be different from him in order for her brother to feel masculine. By doing so, she makes nil. It means zero or does not exist. Just like the usual times of playing this kind of character, she will be left by her brother as she fulfilled her role. Without a frown, Pretending I am another. Still, the speaker stays to be as approving as she can be. Her identity is concealed but she doesn’t allow herself to be sad about it. She wears mask to hide what’s inside anyway.

When my Father comes, Make me one so like, His child once eating his white bread in trance, Philomela* before she was raped. I hope by likeness, To make him believe this is the same kind. By the third stanza the speaker portrays another persona. This time, there is a presence of a father and she is the daughter. There is an illustration of a young innocent girl who is sweet and obedient. Trance has something to do within controlling one’s consciousness that a person won’t be completely sensible. It is a state of mind wherein a technique is used to get enthralled by illusions. She relates herself with Philomela the Princess of Athens, who according to Greek mythology is a character who has been raped by the husband of her sister. After the incident, the oppression hasn’t stopped yet. The speaker then is trying to describe that kind of person she wants to show to her father- Philomela before the abuse which portrays a character that is pure, upright, graceful, and well-mannered. She is trying to be impressive by being the daughter she thinks her father would like to have. The chaste face he made, And my blind Lear* will walk me out, Without a word, Fearing to peer behind. Chaste means virginity. She needs to confirm that things stay the same back when she is still young and her father will adore her. The speaker denotes the blindness of her father because it seems to her that he does not appreciate anything that she does for him. Lear is the name of a king from William Shakespeare’s tragedy where the tone of its play is miserable and dark. King Lear as a father is a descendant of foolishness whose actions have brought consequences to his subordinate just by granting things that is in favor of his daughters- she’s trying to convince herself that she has this kind of father whose bias is her. Next is when it’s time that such scene with her father is done. Although the situation isn’t easy for her, she does not complain. She doesn’t want to lose his father. She does not want to let things happen when her father just treats him equally like any other person who does not exert as much effort to get noticed by him.

If my lover comes, Yes, when Seducer comes, Make for me the face, That will in color race, The carnival stars, And change in shape, Under his grasping hands. Make it bloody, When he needs it white, Make it wicked in the dark, Let him find no old mark, Make it stone to his suave touch. On the last stanza, the speaker is a woman who is in a relationship. Once she got into this type of situation, she gets herself committed in it. She asks for a mask that will satisfy his partner so they will have a warm relationship and truly love one another. She has to fill the gaps of his needs and wants to maintain harmony. She has to prove that she is the woman that her lover will surely love her to be. She has to prove that nobody else can make him happy as much as she can to his partner. This magician will walk me out, Newly loved. Not knowing why my tantalizing face, Is strangely like the mangled parts of a face, He once wiped out. Then the scenario of the speaker and her lover ends. She calls her a magician because she sees amusement with the kind of love that she has for her partner. This type of relationship comes as magic which makes her allured and fascinated. For her, it feels like a renewal of the love they had. She is willing to forgive her partner even if he had sinned. Most of the time, he can always find his way back to her due to an unconditional love that this woman can offer. She can endure whatever pain it is that caused her, for the sake of commitment with her family.

Make me three masks. In this poem, the speaker has performed three roles being a sister, a daughter, and a wife. It is evidently written by a feminist whose purpose is to rouse the cognizance about women. It raises both the negative and positive contextualization that is being implied to the female population of our society.

Looking at the negative connotation that is demonstrated about the woman speaking in the poem, humiliation among women is probably one of the messages that the poem aims to send to its readers. The woman always has to adapt to what each condition requires. She has to extensively fulfill the different roles that are expected from her, by the male population. She serves as an object to please the men and grant them their necessities and desires. She is sometimes an epitome of sacrifice so that sustainability between both genders is acquired. On a different perspective, there is a light that gives positivity to what the poem entails. Women have boundless skills to make themselves in service not just of men but by the entire population. They are able to gain the admiration, especially of the men in their lives, because of their flexibility and ambidexterity. They are absolutely intense when it comes to caring, supporting, and loving.

Moreno’s poetry applies to real life situations of not just the female or the male, but the lives of all people. It offers a wide array of exploration through different points of view and opens new doors for equality and unity.

The message of the poem approaches me in a realistic manner. It is true that women might be regarded as instruments back from the ancient times until this day; but it can never remain as it is. Modernism mixes through the air that the present generation inhales and it is no doubt that as our way of living accelerates, our way of thinking progresses. Nowadays, it is not just the male groups who can lead political institutions. It’s not just the male groups who can drive buses, work in construction sites, share ideas about religious views, prepare strategically on operations, and a lot more jobs and treatments that women can also do. The power lies equally in our hands. We just have to discover the fields we belong to.

As for a student like me, I truly value education relative to this issue. I believe that education is a stepping stone to advance the level of understanding among people that can lead to the attainment of global peace. Every day, students are not just taught with academics but are trained with moral ground. We meet different faces that we have to deal with, in different places and different times. We have to adapt to the environment in order to survive. We have to be open-minded in case of unfamiliarity. We have to be tough and maintain what they call ‘grace under pressure’ perhaps hypocrisy is not an option. Through these, we are honed to be better versions of ourselves starting today. Embrace sudden changes in a good way.

We live in a world where flexibility is inevitable that it’s soon enough to consider that ordering for masks has been developed as a natural process for us.

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Escapist No More

Why can’t it be

Just a pathway full of roses

Leading to a sunset view

Where the one you’ve always dreamed of waits~~

KC Concepcion’s Not Like the Movies

Oh, wait. Look who’s here …

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Throwbaaaack from the time when I was 14 (turning 15 in less than two weeks).

My aunt took a couple pictures of me v^.^v

Now that I am turning 17 in less than three weeks, I can say that things change like seasons do. Two years had passed, giving me so much to remember- be it happiness, sorrow, excitement, madness, fright… anything. I can’t deny the nostalgia that it brings me whenever I had the chance to reflect.

If you had ever heard of Not Like the Movies sung by KC Concepcion, I guess it’d be easier for you to put your self through the perspective I’m seeing. Technically, I must realize I’m not getting any younger. Prior to this, I’ve found a way to relate a song, a collage, and a life of a young woman who loved fantasizing. She’d gotten so in love with the world created by her mind; that when it’s time to return to reality, she just wouldn’t stop asking why things wouldn’t just fall into their proper places. Why couldn’t the situations be like the ones she had imagined?

Grow up, man. I always tell myself to embrace maturity but now I must say, this is something I can’t earn in a blink of an eye. Age can’t even dictate a person’s maturity level perhaps it’s a factor. Over the years, I’ve fallen, I’ve cried, I’ve got so scared, I’ve planned stepping back, I’ve been defeated… I was wounded, scarred, and eventually healed. That’s a natural cycle, isn’t it?

Well, upon enumerating some of the things I went through, I shall be brave enough to ask myself: Could I be any braver, wiser, and stronger if not because of those experiences which had taught me to keep on going and never get tired of standing up?

I’m your average dreamer
I’m a true escapist
Always expecting a happy ending

– Good bye to this song that will always play on my soundtrack to remind me that change is vital, it keeps us moving.

…because today, I don’t wish for happy ending; yet I look forward for greater possibilities I may encounter along this journey of human life. Extraordinary.

There’s no more of that escapist inside me. I’ve faced tough situations, so I can do it until this story of mine is done. It shouldn’t fade away. I’d keep the fire burning everyday.

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