Sorrow Definition Essay

Life is beautiful because of the complex nature that it is. There are moments of pure bliss and happiness that one doesn’t want to go away. However, there are also problems and challenges that lay in the journey and it takes great courage to keep. It is a concept that is not easily explained if symbols and metaphors are not used for it. These examples of figurative language often help make the concepts of transitions, positions, and experiences seem clearer.

How ironic it is that some people truly do not appreciate what they have or realize a good thing until it is gone? However, many may say that some people have to travel the path of lost and despair to realize the things that are important. Others simple may just live a life of delusion so as to ignore the present and so they miss out on the important things. To be your authentic self one need to be honest with self and for some to arrive to authenticity it may require despair or lost. In this review, the narrator seemed to have an obsession with a self consuming image that is created by using a glass cleaner that creates a promising and vital false outlook that make him very happy in his home. His home has become his refuge in a sense and

You feel an intense, out-of-the-skin awareness of your living self—your truest self, the human being you want to be and then become by the force of wanting it. In the midst of evil you want to be a good man. You want decency. You want justice and courtesy and human concord, things you never knew you wanted. There is a kind of largeness to it, a kind of godliness. Though it’s odd, you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead. You recognize what’s valuable. Freshly, as if for the first time, you love what’s best in yourself and in the world, all that might be lost. At the hour of dusk you sit at your foxhole and look out on a wide river turning pinkish red, and at the mountains beyond, and although in the morning you must cross the river and go into the mountains and do terrible things and maybe die, even so, you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

Depression placed a dark brooding shadow over my mind. I was weighed down, oppressed by the burden of having to carry on with life. In my mind, there was a crushing sense of hopelessness that I have never felt before. The only therapy I found was taking that beautiful, freshly sharpened razor to my left arm. A sigh of relief departed me as I watched the bright red blood drip from my vein. The only burden I had was going to school and hiding my war scars. Each day, the darkness spread through me like cancer. My body withering away, I needed an escape route from this crucial disease. This all continued until the day I saw a light and the darkness began to fade

When life gets good, glory can get in the way of things. Even as I finish this book, I wonder whom I will meet and help because of this. However, God’s Will for the last twenty-one chapters has everything to do with Him and little to do with me.

During a time of grief, Mr. Wolterstorff was experiencing a condition of endless suffering. In order to resume ordinary life, he to acquire peace thus, allowing him to experience joy. This first occurred when Mr. Wolterstorff reminded himself of why Eric began mountain climbing in the first place. Mr. Wolterstorff remembered that climbing was a way to experience God’s creations first hand. This was nature in its raw form, untouched and unaltered. By climbing in nature, Eric was brought closer to God, deepening his relationship. This brought Mr. Wolterstorff joy as it showed him that Eric remained strong in his faith. It proved that he died doing what he loved. On the path of finding joy, Mr. Wolterstorff realized that instead of grieving he must honor Eric. He did this by not letting him be forgotten. Eric’s life was a gift of God. By never forgetting Eric they would always honor him and his path with God.

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

“Good-Bye to the Sunset Man”, in Lee Smith’s, Dimestore, is written as a tribute to bidding her only child, Josh, farewell. At the age of thirty-two Josh passed away after his fearless battle against schizophrenia. Smith reminisces on her past life, exposing the reader to all the pain inflicted on her, but also insuring that it is possible to see the beauty in those moments. Life’s moments will not always result the way humans would prefer, but that does not mean those moments are not worth holding onto. I will illustrate how the central theme, the gift of life, will tie into various elements of Lee Smith’s essay, “Good-bye to the Sunset Man”.

He cried on my shoulder that morning in his hospital room when he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The right side of his handsome face sagged, and he couldn't open his drooping eye. He didn't cry because of vanity, but rather because the image looking back at him represented a lost way of life.

Is this the narrator's attempt to understand the self or soul? To regain an essence of power and understanding of who she is becoming or has become? Is there a larger question here which the reader, through the narrator, must ask? Does not the narrator's disintegration or depression become but a symbol of her search for self? There is a belief, one I personally share, that depression is part of the soul's cycles--a place or time where opposing forces struggle with reason.

She wonders why God allowed her to live this way for so long. She struggles with feelings of rejection and un-love because she wishes that God would have come through for her sooner, or protected her from her husband who was so cruel. Yet she knows that God is God, and she feels guilty for being angry with Him or questioning Him. Yet she longs to feel that God truly loves her. Her goal is to begin to resolve the inner belief that these circumstances are somehow a demonstration of God’s lack of love for her, and instead to focus on the positives. She wants to increase of feelings of love and care from God.

In this essay I will outline the main theoretical models relating to loss and grief.

Starting with “The Wanderer,” the speaker begins his tale by reminiscing upon his trials and tribulations of which he has suffered a great deal and “longs for relief, the Almighty’s mercy” (118). He has lost his friends and no longer has anyone to confide in, forcing him to be alone with his thoughts: “So I must hold in the thoughts of my heart” (118). In the midst of his grieving, the Wanderer recalls a joyous occasions, such as when “his friend and lord helped him to the feast” (119), only to realize that what once was, is no longer. He finds comfort in his dreams, longing to be back with his “liege-lord again” only to awaken and have reality come shattering down upon him (119). However, he comes to the conclusion that through hardship and suffering, one matures, grows, learns his place in life and how “a good man holds his words back, tells his woes not too soon, baring his inner heart before knowing the best way” (120).

The suffering of man is a very complicated matter that is most likely impossible to understand completely. It is a subject that people have grappled with since the dawn of recorded history. In fact, suffering is evident in every form of art man has created. Suffering is in our paintings, our poetry, our music, our plays, and in anything else that is conceivable. But still, we as a whole still struggle with the idea of suffering. It is my opinion that some individuals may grasp the notion of suffering more than others, but that no one person will ever fully understand suffering in every form. A person may only understand his or her own personal suffering, not suffering as a whole. It is the next step to then say