Forcing her tears back, she stared at the blank page. With every ounce of strength she had within her weary heart, she began writing...
Dear Mr. J.D. Salinger,
You said that one of these days, I am going to have to find out where I want to go. And then I've got to start going there. Well, what if I don't know how to find out where I want to go or how to get there. I think somewhere deep down, I do know where to go. I just cannot figure out how. And with lot of things that can kill a human being, the "how" wins.
I think Holden Caulfield is one of the most courageous character I've ever read about. It takes more than all your strength to be okay with not being accepted. I think blame is a defense mechanism we use to not despise ourselves for the rest of our lives, and I feel very much part of this blame game.
Someone told me that people who like Holden Caulfield are people who are equally miserable like him. But aren't we all miserable? Don't we all just want to be the catcher in the rye? I think people who do not like Holden Caulfield are afraid of accepting their misery and not being a part of the 'utopia'. I think when you're seventeen, you don't have much choice than detesting the universe for all the bad luck that comes your way. After all, isn't it the world who puts the label and discriminate, reminding us that someone always has it better than us?
I always wondered if Holden had any friend he wanted to talk to. If he didn't, I hope he made a friend. Friend, you need that when you truly want to live. Someone who would show you the best version of yourself, someone who would listen, someone who would be okay with you being irrational, and someone who would definitely not play the 'I have it worse' game.
Since childhood we are taught that you could tell anything to your family and they will never turn their backs to you but what no one teaches you is that telling them is the most difficult thing you'll ever do. If I am being completely honest here, I don't have the courage to tell them. You ask about what? About anything. Mostly about what I want out of life.
I still wonder what happened to Holden. Did he tell his parents?
Well, I am going to hope he got everything he wanted out of life.
Mr. Salinger, somewhere along the way your book saved me, and I want to thank you for that.
She didn't sign who it was from. She put the letter in the envelope, reached the post box, dropped it there and made her way to the bridge.
Dear Mr. J.D. Salinger,
You said that one of these days, I am going to have to find out where I want to go. And then I've got to start going there. Well, what if I don't know how to find out where I want to go or how to get there. I think somewhere deep down, I do know where to go. I just cannot figure out how. And with lot of things that can kill a human being, the "how" wins.
I think Holden Caulfield is one of the most courageous character I've ever read about. It takes more than all your strength to be okay with not being accepted. I think blame is a defense mechanism we use to not despise ourselves for the rest of our lives, and I feel very much part of this blame game.
Someone told me that people who like Holden Caulfield are people who are equally miserable like him. But aren't we all miserable? Don't we all just want to be the catcher in the rye? I think people who do not like Holden Caulfield are afraid of accepting their misery and not being a part of the 'utopia'. I think when you're seventeen, you don't have much choice than detesting the universe for all the bad luck that comes your way. After all, isn't it the world who puts the label and discriminate, reminding us that someone always has it better than us?
I always wondered if Holden had any friend he wanted to talk to. If he didn't, I hope he made a friend. Friend, you need that when you truly want to live. Someone who would show you the best version of yourself, someone who would listen, someone who would be okay with you being irrational, and someone who would definitely not play the 'I have it worse' game.
Since childhood we are taught that you could tell anything to your family and they will never turn their backs to you but what no one teaches you is that telling them is the most difficult thing you'll ever do. If I am being completely honest here, I don't have the courage to tell them. You ask about what? About anything. Mostly about what I want out of life.
I still wonder what happened to Holden. Did he tell his parents?
Well, I am going to hope he got everything he wanted out of life.
Mr. Salinger, somewhere along the way your book saved me, and I want to thank you for that.
She didn't sign who it was from. She put the letter in the envelope, reached the post box, dropped it there and made her way to the bridge.
