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    The Great Gatsby
    In The Great Gatsby, the characters are constantly facing obstacles in their lives. The main character, Gatsby, devotes his whole life to getting with Daisy. Every time he makes progress, he seems to go right back where he started. But every time he falls he rises back up again and never gives up. However, he focuses only on the constant cycle of failure and success and it ultimately leads to his downfall. So, although it is important to rise above your failure, you can't concentrate solely on it.
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    The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
    The characters in this novel are constantly dealing with failure, mostly dealing with their relationships. They dwell on love and don't always find it in the right way. But they persist: "And there I was, wanting to run off into my future. It was right then when I needed that feeling to guide me, but it wasn't anywhere in sight. Only me." (pg. 70) They let their failure hold them back and they concentrated on love and love only. It was a great burden to have: "It was like being at the bottom of an ocean... There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most peoplehad gotten so used to it they thought it normal, they forgot even that their was a world above." (pg. 81)
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    Transcendentalism deals a lot with "falling", or experiencing tragedies, because many of the transcendentalists suffered some sort of tragedy and felt it necessary to go on their journeys to satisfy their thirst to find something greater and better themselves to bring them complete satisfaction. Chris McCandless, for example, was one of many transcendentalists who "rose" above his corrupt past to begin the search to find his true self and bring about inner peace.
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    Transcendentalism deals a lot with "falling", or experiencing tragedies, because many of the transcendentalists suffered some sort of tragedy and felt it necessary to go on their journeys to satisfy their thirst to find something greater and better themselves to bring them complete satisfaction. Chris McCandless, for example, was one of many transcendentalists who "rose" above his corrupt past to begin the search to find his true self and bring about inner peace.
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    The Great Gatsby
    The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
    The characters in this novel are constantly dealing with failure, mostly dealing with their relationships. They dwell on love and don't always find it in the right way. But they persist: "And there I was, wanting to run off into my future. It was right then when I needed that feeling to guide me, but it wasn't anywhere in sight. Only me." (pg. 70) They let their failure hold them back and they concentrated on love and love only. It was a great burden to have: "It was like being at the bottom of an ocean... There was no light and a whole ocean crushing down on you. But most peoplehad gotten so used to it they thought it normal, they forgot even that their was a world above." (pg. 81)
    "I wasn't going to stop. I was going to fly." (pg. 69)

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Tuesday, January 20

  1. page Essay of Place edited ... The playhouse was an escape, a place for my mind to explore the many make believe and secret w…
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    The playhouse was an escape, a place for my mind to explore the many make believe and secret worlds of my childhood. The large oak tree once towered over the playhouse protecting the innocent children who played there. It’s invitin {playset.jpg} g vibrant green leaves and age old trunk gave me a serene inner peace, just knowing it would never let anything do me harm. The summer months warmly invited the neighborhood children to join in on the playful green soft grass beneath the playhouse as it tingled the feet of so many. Swarms of butterflies fluttering around our heads splashed the sky with a rainbow of color. You could see the smiles on our faces as we attempted to catch one of these creatures and be in possession of such a mystical being.
    My heart leapt out of my chest with excitement at the site of the stray cat that was as pure white as the billowy clouds that hovered above my head as I was comforted by the mere touch of his soft fur. The cat and I would {clouds.jpg} spend hours playing together just as if the day would never end. I recall so many magical times that the old playhouse used to bring to me as if all the cares and worries of the outside world vanished as quickly as the light of the day. The small children created so many extraordinary worlds out of the plain, old rickety playhouse underneath their feet. It became a getaway. A place that could transform into anything and everything. The only place I could call my own.
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    The Playhouse
    I’m sitting under the leafless tree as the cool winter breeze blows. I can feel the rough ends of my hair whip across my face. Every hair on my body stands on end as the wind overwhelms my senses. I watch my breath sprinkle the dry air, as it is the only sign of warmth as far as the eye can see. {tree.jpg} The clouds are low and wispy in the skies above, blocking out the direct rays of the sun which once warmed my fair skin. The dormant plants and lifeless grass crunch beneath me as if begging me for moisture and longer days to return.
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    The wind whistled as it blew open the shutters of the unsuspecting houses nearby. The calm heavenly realm of yesterday was brought
    to an end as I was unwillingly yanked backed to the present where cold uninviting air and muddy snow banks replaced the cheery bright surroundings that once were.
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