My perception of life

Gay marriage: finally legal across the United States!


We turn a new page in history: Same-sex marriages are now legal across the United States. 

The question of same-sex marriages has been a recurrent problem in the United States, which was amplified by the fact that the U.S is divided into several states — meaning that each state will have its own opinion concerning a matter (which was the case for same-sex marriages!). From 2004 to 2008, same-sex marriage was only allowed in Massachusetts. However, more and more states started to allow same-sex marriages over the years, until it finally reached its peak in 2015 — where same-sex marriage became legal across the entire country.

Such an event does not miss the opportunity to please the population:




I’m glad that they are enjoyed by the resolution of a problem that was present in the american society for many years, but I have another problem in mind: Do we really deserve to get married to someone? 

Whether you are talking about a marriage between two people of opposite sex or same-sex marriage doesn’t matter to me; they are all humans. What matters to me is whether or not people deserve to get married.

As a matter of fact, we see many people getting married but we also see many of them getting divorced. Why? Because they suddenly don’t feel the same kind of love they felt back when they fell in love with their partner.

Some people take marriage too lightly. They get married on a whim and end up getting divorced at some point because they either cheated on their partner, or because they feel like it “doesn’t work anymore”.

All we end up with are sad children and the involvement of money in the matter — when a marriage is supposed to be about love only.

Marriage is a good thing, but it should not be accomplished in order to be happy but instead should be done in order to build an eternal form of happiness — as many couples are more happy than those who married someone to be happy.

Marriage should be thought over and over again before making a decision. Marrying someone means giving your life and your everything to that person. Once you get married, there should be no one in your eyes other than your partner — for the rest of your life.

However, seeing how many divorces happen around the world (my parents having divorced themselves) made me start to wonder if we are able to get married.

To get married, we need to have a true understanding of love. But even if we are able to understand different languages, different cultures or even difficult books, we are unable to understand what love truly is. All we have are simply our own hypotheses on the matter.

As a result of this, I believe that being happy about same-sex marriage should be done after we finally understand love and make of marriage something we can finally be proud of — which would also reduce the number of people divorcing.

Humans need to understand each other first before being able to build something together.


If work was reduced to a simple word


While looking through the Daily Post, I came across an interesting prompt: “If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?”

Well if money were out of the question, I don’t see any reason to keep working. Well I never had a chance to get a real job, as the economy of the country where I live is rather tough and people usually ask for specific skills — I wish they weren’t so picky. However, money is the only reason why I would ever get a job.

Some people would certainly stop working because they would finally be able to realize their wildest dreams and fulfill their desires, while some others would keep working — because they built bonds with their colleagues, because they don’t want their life to change, or simply because they would end up getting bored at home. Humans usually need to socialize after all. That’s a fact.

In my case, if it was not for money, I wouldn’t bother myself with getting a job. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not that lazy (at least as far as I know).

Instead of getting a job, I would fully devote myself to more important matters — helping people, traveling around the world to see different cultures, and changing the world.

Having a family, having a decent job, earning enough money to live comfortably, or even having enough money to buy something I really want… Those things don’t matter to me. I only wish to earn a lot of money in order to make of the world a better place.

However,  changing the world is not an easy task. With my current amount of knowledge, I am aware I wouldn’t be able to accomplish my goal. The free time I would get from not having a job would be redirected to the time I would spend on studying, as well as working towards my goal.

I am the kind of person who doesn’t do anything unless it leads somewhere (how boring!) but that’s also the reason why I don’t have to worry about going astray: No matter how long or twisted the road is, I know where I want to go.

Failing to change the world


One of my worst fears may be something that not many people may expect or even think of: the fear of dying before being able to change the world.

The world in which we currently live is a rotten world. But when thinking about it, the world is not a rotten world; our world is a rotten world. We have the bad habit of considering only the territories colonized by humans — every part of the world stolen from Mother Nature — when we talk about the world. This way of thinking is mainly caused because we believe we are superior to everything. We may not have the physical strength to face everything, but we have the intelligence needed to compensate that lack of strength.

But that intelligence doesn’t always separate us from the animal kingdom. Because we have the capacity to think doesn’t mean we all think. We can control ourselves but some of us don’t. Our society is full of criminals. People are kidnapped each day; people are  dying each day. People are victims of different kinds of aggression each day; people are victims of frauds each day.

We are all humans and yet we all separated ourselves from each other. Quite a sad reality. You have minorities  and majoritiesrich people and poor people, common people and those of a higher rank. Was there a need for us to get separated that way? Was there a need for us to create a history tainted by blood?

There was no need for such things, but the problem is that people are creatures of mistakes, and some the results of mistakes. We try to learn from our mistakes but no matter how much we try, mankind is cursed to do the same mistakes over and over again — in different forms.

What you read is one of the thoughts that haunt my mind every single day, from day to night. Quite a sad thing. But I don’t regret having those thoughts, because they pushed me towards the path I decided to take. Those thoughts helped me understanding who I really was. Who I really am.

I am someone who wants to make of the world a better place.

However, it’s easier to say than to do. Making of the world a better place is something that may take years to realize. Years. I’m scared that I may die before being able to accomplish my goal. But that fear is also the result of a feeling of uncertainty: I am afraid of making mistakes that will prevent me from accomplishing my goal. And if I were to die before accomplishing that goal, I would die while feeling unsatisfied. Why did I sacrifice my life for? Were all my efforts useless? Those kinds of thoughts haunt me every night.

That fear may seem ridiculous to you, but I simply can’t bear a world covered in darkness.


The question of equality


The question of equality has been a recurrent problem throughout the ages.

I remember talking to a friend about the notion of equality. We were watching the news on the Internet when we came across another manifestations in the streets of Paris, as well as one in Montreal. My friend found it normal for people to protest in the streets, but I just found it irritating. My irritation confused my friend, so he asked me to give him an explanation. Because words could hardly come out of my mouth at first, he told me that it was useless to get irritated over something like that because people had the right to manifest since they are equal. I could not agree with those words.

Equality is something that mankind has been trying to reach over the years — and still do. However I do not think equality is possible.

Don’t misunderstand me. I am not saying that I am against equality; I came to the conclusion that equality is not possible in our society. We want equality but we are the ones to prevent ourselves from obtaining it. In my opinion, equality is simply a dream. Our society is based on a hierarchy — jobs and education are good examples.

Universities have different courses, and each course leads to a different job. People studying medicine are usually seen as more intelligent than those who study art. I am myself in a university focused on art and literature, and we are seen as lazy people who smoke weed and spend time sitting on the grass and talking instead of working — unfortunately the last bit is true.

When you get a job, you notice that equality is a mere word. You are not paid the same as your superior. You are not paid the same amount as someone who has been promoted last week. You do not treat your boss the same way you would treat a colleague (you don’t want to get fired, right?).

The same goes for society in general. You don’t treat a child like you would treat an adult. You don’t treat a stranger like you would treat your sibling. You do not treat a criminal like you would treat a respectable citizen.

As sad as it sounds, society is maintained by inequality. Being equal is affirming that we are all the same. Are we all the same? No. We do not have the same desires, the same wishes, the same thoughts, the same way of life, the same abilities, the same face, the same intelligence. We accept those differences; We accept to be unequal.  Those with a greater intelligence must be at the top to lead the others, to ensure the safety of their homeland. They prevent society from going out of control; they make the concrete changes in the world.

That’s why I’m irritated when I see people annoying the others in the streets. Instead of voicing their opinion, they should make all the necessary efforts to realize their goals and their wish. To me, manifestation is the easy and less exhausting way of changing things. That’s nothing to be proud about. My friend, after listening to me, understood my point of view and respected it, even though he did not want to agree with me.

He decided to stay positive while I decided to become realistic.

Farewell, my dear friend~ [Part One]



“Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.”

Today’s assignment given in the Writing101 course made it easy for me to find what I was going to talk about. Something that had a great impact on me was the death of the only dog I have ever had in my life. Her name was Prunelle — it’s a French noun in case you didn’t know, in English, it would be known as Prunus Spinosa/blackthorn (less melodious, don’t you think?). Let me tell you her story.

When I was child, I used to feel quite lonely (I know, that’s sad for a child) even though I had a lot of friends. It may have been because I have always been a lonely child, and I was disappointed to not have any brother or sister, while all my friends had siblings.

I think my parents were aware of that, or I must have annoyed them with that — I’m not quite sure to be honest, some of my memories as a child are quite blurred, yet you know children have a bad habit of saying out loud what they have in mind —  but when I was around 7, my father brought back a puppy. a Dalmatian to be more precise.

She was so adorable I couldn’t help but adopt her in my life immediately: she was like the little sister I would never have. My father told me her previous owners were about to abandon her in a box when he saw them, and decided to take the her away from Death — who would not have to snatch away her life that early.

I have to admit, I spent a lot of time with my dog. I used to take her on a walk around the house — which she really enjoyed — and I would be sure to give her healthy food, even though it was hard not to spoil her. She was obedient like most of the other dogs in the neighbourhood, except the fact that I trained her by myself, while the other dogs usually had training from a professional. It made me proud of her.

Years after, when I was around 12, Prunelle found love. As I was walking home from school, I decided to take an unusual path — the one I usually took was blocked by workers trying to fix cracks that appeared on the road not too long ago. There, I saw a dog waiting on the sidewalk. He looked quite sad to be honest, so I went to ask people who were working around if he was waiting for his owner. A woman working in a store on the opposite side of the street told me his owner abandoned him there because he was apparently getting tired of him. She gave him food from time to time, but I could feel she was starting to get tired of doing so.

I went back to the dog, and took a sandwich out of my bag. He swung his tail almost immediately at the sight of it, and devoured it. I didn’t know if I could take the dog with me, but didn’t need to think too long about it. When I went back home, I heard joyful steps behind me, and when I took a look, I saw the same dog that I left a bit ago. It looked like he adopted me as his new owner, so I asked my parents if I could keep him. They said I was allowed to if I took care of him. I decided to accept the responsibility. I gave him the name Pluto (sorry for the lack of imagination I suffered from during my childhood) and led him to the backyard, where Prunelle was sleeping.

Pluto went to wake her up and she was annoyed at first. It has to be noted that their relationship did not begin well. On one hand, you had Pluto who was very energetic and always playful around Prunelle, and on the other hand you had Prunelle who was sort of an “introverted”, quite reluctant to play with him — or was she just shy?

However, Pluto never gave up and his efforts were rewarded in the end: a few months later, Prunelle became as energetic and playful around him as he was around her, and later, they had their own babies. Unfortunately, we had to give away the babies because we couldn’t keep any of them. Fortunately, my mother had a lot of friends who wanted a dog, so we managed to give all of the puppies once they were able to get separated from their mother.

I had some tears in my eyes at that point. Prunelle went from a small puppy to a mother; she went from a puppy that was abandoned to a beautiful Dalmatian living in a comfortable house.

And then the drama happened: my parents got separated and I went to live with my mother, leaving Prunelle and Pluto with my father…