The Beginning Wislawa Szymborska Analysis

We all have a turning point in life, where we finally get to escape the overwhelming grasp of negativity and stress. Being released from this agony, and being able to see the new light to approach a positive environment can be monumental for many of us. In, The End of the Beginning by Wislawa Szymborska, the author captures the bittersweet alleviation felt when cleaning up after a war. The tears, stress, sorrow, and slight relief were all preserves through a written media. Szymborska is unbelieved talented in her ability to capture emotions through her writing, but the capability of encapsulating feelings exists beyond writing.

Life isn’t all sunshine and daisies, the idea of continuous happiness is incredibly unrealistic. Wislawa Szymborska

One hundred-four weeks ago, I captured an image inside my middle school library. There were three girls kneeling on the floor between the bookcases, with our hands on our laps. I was the one in the back, wearing a black polo shirt, denim jeans, and had my face framed by my bangs that trailed down to my braid, All three of us had a serious face to mask the fact that we were about to burst out laughing. My facial expression was disguising a lot more than just our foolish personalities. My sunken eyes were not because of me staying up doing homework, they had grown on my due to the inability to sleep since I was in too much pain. In my straight face, I was also expressing the amount of discomfort I was in to be kneeling. A couple years prior I had started developing pain in my knees, hips, and back. It was and continues to be a daily challenge in my life. I was waking up every day and not being able to stand, trying to run a mile but not being able to do at least a lap. This pain was my “war”. Besides being physically unable to do so many things, this was also emotionally challenging. I lost hope in myself, I felt very useless, debilitated, trapped, that everyone pitied me for the wrong reasons. It’s incredibly humiliating to lose your ability to be you solely because of

Documenting your life and “wars” exists beyond words, in this century we have the ability to preserve our experiences through photos, music, paintings, vlogs, graffiti, the list can go on endlessly. No art form is better than the other, it all depends on who is retaining the moment. We always tend record the darkest moments in life, because it is a time where we need the most encouragement. Written or drawn forms of documentation were best a couple decades ago, because people had not experienced anything else. We live in an era where everyone has developed their own techniques to save their memories. All of these techniques have the capability of perfectly conserving an occurrence, I can capture emotion in photos, but another person may be absolutely terrible in doing so. The best way to document instances is the one the interpreter is good at, and can be more detailed