Twilight

I don’t know how I should start this. I can’t say I have ever read a book that affected me like this one. This I find very strange; and it bothers me a little. It could be that I find Bella very relatable; she is so average she could be anyone. She’s clumsy, she doesn’t fit in; she has no definite opinion on life, love, she only knows one thing. Edward Cullen hates her. So many people complain about this book. They complain that the Vampire lore has been butchered; who is Stephenie Meyer to change how Vampires have been written to be for centuries? And all this time I think, “You’re missing the point of the book”. This book isn’t about Vampires, this book is about Bella and anything that is about Bella is naturally also about Edward. This is not a story about Vampires; this is a story about a love so strong that nothing, not even death could ever separate them. Instead of adding a complication like “I’m in love with my boyfriend’s best friend” she added the complication “I’m in love with a Vampire”. Which in my opinion makes it much more intriguing, to say the least. Who wouldn’t find a Vampire attractive? They have all the natural “born” skills on how to perfectly kill a human and hide the evidence. They are fast, they are strong, they don’t make a sound, they are incredibly beautiful and they are dead; they don’t exist.

But for some odd reason we find that Edward doesn’t hate Bella, he finds her irresistible. No other person has ever smelt so to speak, as delicious as her. She is also the only person whose mind he has never been able to read and for some strange reason finds all of her responses incredibly fascinating. Not like the other girls who are predictable, who think of boys and fashion and dances. Bella is different. So here we have the blossoming of something… although it’s a little hard to tell at this point. This is the most PG love story I have ever read. But saying that, I have also never read any other love story with as much passion, with as many intriguing complications or with as much careful consideration as this one. Because what vampire has ever had the self-control to love a human and what human has ever trusted a vampire enough to not kill them?

This book ends with the blossoming of a first true love. And who doesn’t want to remember what it felt like? When you first kissed, when you first held hands, what you saw in each other’s eyes. This is the making of some kind of twisted fairy tale, where a lion falls in love with a lamb. I had to keep reading.

Indroductions

Who am I? That's a good question. I have just turned 24 years old, I'm young, I have a career in healthcare, I am deeply in love, I am going to be married on October 1, 2011 to a man I hope to spend the rest of my life with. I dream of starting a family and owning a house with a yard and maybe having a pet (MAYBE).  My dreams are not complicated or difficult. I don't ask a lot from life except to love and be loved in return. To travel to an exotic land once in my life, to experience different culture and be inspired by life. I am always learning.

Apparently blogging has become very popular. Everyone I know seems to either follow a blog, are writing a blog or have just started a blog. Blogging isn't something I ever found interesting, nor do I expect people to really read mine. But when I look at the mounds of documents on my computer of thoughts, inspirations, writings, poems, songs, I think why not? Why not write it all out and share it with the world. And so here I go. I will write about events, books, movies, whatever I find inspiring, whatever makes me think, whatever affects me in some way as I travel through this life.

Pushing Cars

Pushing cars at 7am is not recommended, I’d say it’s similar to doing lots of push-ups, except your joints hurt underneath all of your muscles. However, three strangers coming together to help someone is a rare thing. As I was driving to work this morning, yes driving, the skytrain doesn’t run early enough on Sunday, I noticed two people pushing a car. Now I probably wouldn’t have stopped, except this car was at the end of my street in the exact spot I needed to get through to get to the main road. You can see my dilemma. At this point three things went through my mind. I could help them, drive around them, or turn right and go down a different side street to get to the main road. I must have sat there for a minute only, although it felt like much longer before I decided to put on my hazards and run up. 

As I approached I could tell this would be no easy task. Rear-wheel drive and her tires skidded on everything but pavement and pavement is hard to find in 3inches of snow. It looked like the other two had been there for awhile and they seemed very grateful for my added effort. I thought about calling BCAA but I had to go to work and they can take a long time to show up, so I started pushing.  My first assumption had been that the guy and girl were together and seeing her had parked their car on the side of the road and got out to help her. I was wrong. These people had never met before either. What a rare thing that 3 people should meet in the early hours all to help someone in need. We must have been there for 10min at least but after enough scraping away at the snow in front of her tires and enough pushing we finally managed to get enough pavement and traction to get her through the piles of snow and onto the main road.

As we went on our separate ways, me and the guy getting into our respective vehicles and the girl picking up her backpack and walking the rest of the way home I really got to thinking. If I hadn’t stopped, how long would they have been there pushing that car?  Cars are very heavy and one person pushing doesn’t seem very productive.  Would someone else have stopped? I had already seen two cars pass by up the street while I was driving up and they must have seen those two people pushing the car. When I had talked to the girl she said that the car was half a block down where my car was parked when she had gotten there.  They must have been there for awhile, and although the streets were fairly empty there must have been quite a few cars that just passed them by.

Maybe our world still has hope.  Maybe there is still enough good to keep us going. One girl couldn’t push the car up the hill, but in working together we got it done. Key in point, I have learned this lesson. When you are trying to push the proverbial wall, maybe it isn’t an actual wall.  Maybe it’s just a heavy car and if you got someone else to help you it would move, slowly, but move nonetheless.