I hope I can become the real me...
Lines from the velveteen rabbit (one of my favorite books)“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
----does it mean to just be filled with things that make your heart pump and your muscles twitch or even for your eyes to see and brain to think...does this make you real? If this is reality then I am real...but why do i feel so not present...
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
----it is by others that we become real. When we try and acknowledge others in our lives. Reality is when other people tell you that you are present. It is other people that tell you that you are wanted
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
----it is also other people that makes you unloved and unwanted and make you unknown
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
----but it is with others that we try and change for the better. It is with others that we try and become our truer selves.
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
----it takes time because we are all works in progress
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
----when you find yourself, you are you and nothing can ever put you down.
“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
----there is always someone there who will see the real you
“The Boy’s Uncle made me Real,” he said. “That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
----once you see that person, you will never be unwanted ever again
posted by Zaki @ 8/15/2005 12:38:00 AM
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