So I just finished reading THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER by Stephen Chbosky. I have always wanted to read the book but stayed away from it because it's "scandalous" which it was. But totally worth it! This was the first book in a long time that was, real. This book was life in a purity from the point of view of a sixteen year old boy. They made a film for this book, which I cannot decide if I will see or not but there is the trailer.
The question? Are we destined to follow in the footsteps of our parents? Are we "participants" as Charlie would say, or are we Wallflowers? Do we only accept the love that we think we deserve?
The answer?
I do think that we are some what destined to follow in the footsteps of our parents. We naturally look up to them and love them. We grow under their decisions and it is very natural for us to be the same as them as adults. On the other hand though I believe that we do make our own decisions, and we can choose characteristics that we like and don't like if we all have the will-power enough.
Personally, I believe that most people are "participants". People today are not only very self-concerned, but are very obsessive over the present. Charlie is an exception as a Wallflower, although I think that we all have a little Wallflower in us. What Charlie watches, he understands. Wallflowers are people that don't judge. Accepting people. I don't think there is very many people in the world that are that way.
With acceptance comes the question, what do we accept? Based on morals people accept a large range of other people that in their eyes are "different". And when it comes to love, I do believe that Sam was right when she says that we only accept the love that we think we deserve. As sad as that sounds, how does accepting love without feeling deserving of it sound? It come back to natural and sadly, in this day in age, we put what we deserve on a scale, and we are always to afraid to go above the line of deserving.
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