“Today you will choose your factions. Until this point you have followed your parents’ paths, your parents’ rules. Today you will find your own path, make your own rules.”
I have been reading books one and two of the “Divergent” series. I honestly never thought I would love it this much when I was just starting out, looking for something new to read. And YA is what I don’t usually read. One of the things that struck me the most of the “Divergent” series is how it grapples with the question, “What is bravery, really?”
I wish I was tough. I wish I could lie to myself and tell that person staring back at me in the mirror that I am tough. But I know I am not. I know my limits and I acknowledge and accept them. Am I happy with myself? I think “content” is a far more fitting word. When you’re content with what you have, then there is more room and patience for tolerating and accommodating all the things — both good and bad — that get thrown in your way. At least, that’s what I think. But then again, I ask myself, “How far will you go to keep accommodating most things and people around you, to the point that you forget yourself?” I mean, surely we all have breaking points.
(Side note: I know I haven’t been posting the past two weeks. That’s awful of me but there was so much to go through back then, healthwise. I initially started this post about what happened but my love for the “Divergent” series outweighed my own personal experience with getting confined in the hospital for four days.)