I have no suit to burn after all

Wake up. Turn off the alarm. Get up. Take a shower. Get ready. Eat Breakfast. Go!It is usually the same routine for me every day. Monday thru Friday is school and Saturday thru Sunday is time for homework and rest. Just like Spiderman, we all have to pace ourselves and get on with our days whether we like it or not. What choice do we have after all? I am working for a successful future, happiness, and prosperity. I am working to make my family proud and to become something in life. But although I am only 17, I have to admit that I am worn out. So much work, so much commitment, tests, quizzes, papers, and more. Just like in James Hall’s poem of Spiderman doing the same thing over and over again, we all seem to have that same problem. I know that I would like to rid myself of things that make my life harder than it already is. The work I do everyday is nothing compared to parts of my “suit” that I would like to burn.

There are parts of me that I want to burn but can’t seem to get rid of. I have insecurities that hold me back. I always feel that I am being judged by my every move, by things I say, how I act, and what I wear. Also, I feel like someone is talking about me behind my back. Secondly, because of these insecurities, I tend to talk myself down and think that I am not the best that I can be. That maybe I did not put my full effort into things, or that I am not good enough. These things about me seem unchangeable, and part of the “suit” that I feel needs to be burned.

Then I ask myself what is preventing me from changing and re-inventing myself? Maybe a part of me does not want to give in and remain stubborn. Maybe I didn’t have a choice like Spiderman, but then I realized that I am not like Spiderman after all. I am no superhero, and I have the choice and ability to really change. I need to be more comfortable in my own skin and become more confident with who I am. Spiderman’s role is to take care of other people and think of himself last. I realized that I care so much about what others think of me, that I rarely think of myself. Sometimes I need to be the boss of me and give some time to myself. I already have a wonderful family and friends who like me the way I am. So what if I am a little insecure, isn’t everyone? The best thing I can do is to try and fight the voice that is putting me down inside my head and keep my head high. I just need to improve on the things that make me insecure, but I do not need to reinvent myself or burn away any “suit” after all. I am fine with the way I am.

Is it all about me?

Yes, I completely agree with the Chorus’s view of human life. Whatever the circumstances may be, we can get carried away by our pride. However to me, pride is not just a merit or a satisfaction, but it helps someone believe in themselves. Pride gives people the ability to do what they love to do best and strive at it. In the long run, pride can bring about power, greed, probity and more harmful vices. We fail to realize this until it is too late. Creon got so caught up in his authority and power of the throne, that he misunderstood Antigone. He failed to realize what a big mistake he made until she died. Is so much pride even worth it? It only brings about pain and suffering and for the most part a terrible ending. If Creon remained humble to himself and truly listened to Antigone, then things could have been completely different.

In “Antigone”, Creon and Antigone have a huge sense of pride. Antigone has pride in the fact that she is able to break rules and fight back against a male dominant society. Creon has pride in the fact that he has power over others and the ability to do what he wants.
Each of them are overcome with so much pride, that they fail to realize how much trouble they are causing each other. Sometimes we fail to realize what is right in front of us and in the end we only end up hurting ourselves. Having a little bit of pride is good and allows us to be confident with who we are and what we feel; however, too much pride can result in horrible consequences. Antigone’s pride was too great, that she believed breaking a man’s rule and accepting death was a great feat. But when she lost her life over her pride, just showed me that Antigone was weak. Her strength lied in her ability to fight back for her rights as a woman. Despite her weakness, she did leave an effect on Creon which was good enough. Creon’s pride was his domination over others, but if this resulted in the death of his son and an innocent woman, what use is it to have such pride? Again I ask this same question, but I can’t seem to understand why people act in this way. Instead of pride being a mighty virtue and strength, it ended up being a sign of weakness and destruction. As seen through “Antigone” both Antigone and Creon were destroyed by their pride. Everyone has some sense of pride, I have pride in the fact that I am Indian and lucky enough to have a family and friends who care for me. Maybe this isn’t pride, maybe it’s just me.