Searching for the Perfect World in Literature :: Granny Weatherall Raven Candide

Searching for the Perfect World in literary works Literature often explores the questions raised in life Who are we? What does it mean to asphyxiate? What kind of ground do we live in? Throughout this course, there seems to select been an underlying theme in most of the works that have been read, concerning human misery. It seems that most of those who experience tremendous suffering, actually allow it to draw to themselves. If one chooses to look at the losings in life, one may never find true happiness, but if one chooses to perceive those losses as an opportunity for growth, one may find the perfect world right here. In Poes, The Raven, this idea is supported. As the poem demonstrates, one may torture himself into a life of melancholy and madness if one focuses on the losses in life. The thoughts of Lenore would non go away for him. By think on what he did non have, rather than what he did, he went mad. The forego answers his self-destroying questions until ul timately it becomes a permanent fixture in the room -- a symbol of the narrators self-inflicted mental and spiritual collapse. Rather than to accept the loss and track down on, he focused on what did not have and would nevar have. Therefore, he did not find the perfect world, but rather a hell on Earth. Perhaps people are faced with these experiences as tests. Our own response to it determines whether we pass or fail. Do we appreciate what we do have and collect from the experience or do we feel sorry for ourselves and let it run on us down? Granny Weatherall is an example of someone who let it drag her down. For 60 years she had pined over the loss of George and it made her miserable. She never stop to look and see what was already there in her life. John was not a bad husband, but she did not even notice because she was allay focusing on the loss of being jilted by George. She unmarked any good things In her life because of this misery. Something that happened 60 years past haunted her for every day of her miserable life (because she allowed it to), until it eventually killed her.