The symphonies of dashing hopes

Abstract

There are many continuous tensions between our ability to contribute to our good living and inability to foresee exactly what the future holds for each one of us. We all wonder how it feels experiencing death. Be as it may, my writing explores so largely on the subject of death and its ugly consequences. It’s quite sad that for many, they have contributed to their own downfall, yet others, death merely befalls them without warning. Despite all that, life is meant to be lived happily and to the fullest as long as it is in our means to do so. For that reason, I attempted to lean some of my works in the direction of hope, praise, happiness and love.Life, is to some people I have interviewed, the most terrible thing that has ever happened to them, it is rather interesting that terrible as it may seem to them, such people find it difficult to entirely resign. There are days when I wanted to be a writer and other days when I longed to be anything that brought me happiness. In the first case, it is because my feelings about life would be shade in lines and desires painted in shadowy images; in the second, because I thought being anything but for a writer would drift my attention from the miseries of life I behold around me. But now, I am convinced that being a writer is one of the greatest gifts one shall ever possess. Many of the world’s problems can be addressed through literary works that aim to liberate the corrupted human mind. Hence herein this project, is a true record of life experiences of the self and those around me. This project as well contains parodies of Robert Frost’s poem of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and Maya Angelou’s poem “In a Time”