regina;

one part mean and one part dorky

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At The Taste Of Twilight

It isn’t until  the world is blanketed in stars Until I lie underneath a dark, velvet sky Until a cold breeze takes me into its embrace Until I am enveloped  in a thick shroud of silence   pressing at me from all sides that I begin to feel that I let myself think of you Of your eyes that send tidal waves  of inexplicable torrents  crashing through my sleeping soul  ringing in my ears  everytime our currents meet Of the way  my fingers meet you  my skin and yours  separated by an impenetrable barrier   of ever-changing hues  leaving the taste of hesitance on my tongue It isn’t until I hear the twinkle of the stars and the light of the moon that I  feel every fleeting glimpse  rushing through my veins  I see my heart beating behind closed lids  filling my mouth with the taste of weakness I hear breathlessness I smell saccharine confusion It isn’t until the world is dark   and cold     and peaceful       and silent That I reveal my heart  which now begins to beat again Just for you Don’t worry  though Since you  don’t know And you  can’t see me calling out your name I will  keep these thoughts And take them out 

 only     at       the taste of twilight.

@annereadsanddances

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Here’s the thing: Bonifacio: Ang Unang Pangulo is a great movie to watch if you want a movie version of your old History textbooks, but I wouldn’t recommend this film if you’re looking for another way to get to know the Supremo.

The past is linked to the future through three students trying to make sense of Bonifacio’s life—Joaquin, Andrea, and Gary—who all decided to pay the Katipunan museum a visit for a project. Thus, their little adventure takes us through flashbacks, all comprised of important moments in the adult life of Andres Bonifacio; as well as important dates in Katipunan history.

The movie feeds us information we already know—kind of like a history book brought to life. It paints Andres in all his glory; highlighting his patriotism, showing us the pain he experienced, and the hardships and suffering he experienced during the Spanish regime. This movie scrubbed and buffed Bonifacio’s tarnished name, stripping off his ‘traitor’ image, replacing it with a glorified version of his life and name. I have no qualms about the storytelling—it was easy enough to follow and there were no historical inaccuracies; however, it didn’t seem to show us every side of Bonifacio. The movie just made him look like a helpless victim, like an angel beaten to death by the harshness of his time, and not a human, with mistakes and flaws. It put him up on a pedestal for us to praise and admire, not because of his true being, but because of the pretentious perfection this movie showed us.  

For me, this movie just raised more questions than answers, due to the fact that the movie only brought to life the basic things everyone already knows about him. Maybe it is because of this familiarity that a few important details have been glossed over—like the names of the people who were with him when the Katipunan was established (they only showed who they were through their signatures, but not by their actors-how are we supposed to know who is who?), like the name of the traitor who spilled the existence of the Katipunan to the Spanish authorities, like the mock trial that spelled out his death. Maybe it is because of this textbook familiarity that the whole thing felt achingly boring when it really shouldn’t be, for it doesn’t really shed a new light on who the hero actually was.

In addition to that, the characters in the present seemed to have no purpose, apart from being the link to the past. Why were they there? To serve as the classic example of children empowered by their heroes, only to have their views destroyed when they find out that the man they looked up to actually isn’t who they thought he was?

They should’ve just entitled this movie after the Katipunan—after all, this movie seemed to focus more on the secret organization rather than the life of its founder.

The basic grade school history lesson aside, this is another eye-opener for us Filipinos. The sacrifices our heroes made for us are no joke, they gave up everything they had for our motherland, and their lives are the price they paid for the freedom we are experiencing now. This movie will awaken the Filipino curiosity, possibly link someone to knowing who Andres actually was (it actually compelled me to go on an Andres Bonifacio research binge);  possibly opening eyes to what true love for the motherland means, what it actually means to fight for what is right.

Acting on that information, however, is up to the viewer entirely.

Bottom line is: if you’re looking for basic facts about the most miserable Filipino hero yet, watch this. However, if you wish to dig deeper, consult the internet instead. This movie isn’t that much help.

@annereadsanddances

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Basically, this poem is about the Human Imagination.

In this poem, Emily Bronte puts a certain emphasis on the wonders imagination does for the whole of humanity. It serves as a break from the harshness of reality, a breath of fresh air, a world entirely our own, with no outside forces that could possibly destroy it. It is a friend; a soft voice calling out to us in the darkest of times, taking us by the hand into a place that is the polar opposite of this. It is a place of comfort. It is a place of no evil. It is a place where only beauty and joy and peace exist, but unfortunately, it’s all only in our heads.

Of course, the poem takes on a dreamy, longing tone—what more could you expect from a poem entitled “To Imagination”? The persona perceives her imagination as her friend, and is going through a world of fantasy through the course of the poem. She presents to us everything her mind’s eye can see, with beautifully-written descriptions; enticing our sense of sight, touch, and hearing. To further clarify how the imagination affects a person, Emily Bronte used personification. Reading through the poem, one can see this very clearly, as she wrote lines like “thy kind voice calls me back again...”, and “and whisper, with a voice divine....”. 

When I first read this poem, all of those technical things--such as the rhyme scheme, meter, etc.--did not register at first. But then, with repeated readings, I figured that she used an AB AB CC rhyme scheme, with an iambic stress pattern and meter. This poem has eight syllables per line.

I’ll admit, I struggled to paraphrase this poem, and I might have probably wanted to kick myself along the way for choosing something like this (damn it, where is my Lang Leav book?!). It was probably because I was heading into unfamiliar territory; this is the first time I have read and tried to decode a poem written by a classic writer on my own, with minimal references (since google decided to leave me on my own at this one). However, it was fun to read this. I never thought much about imagination, I just... Enter its world. I knew it was helpful, I knew it’s the very foundation of reading and writing and basically everything that has a relation to creativity, but this is the first time I saw my imagination in a different light. Maybe it’s because lately, all I’ve been imagining about are very detailed scenarios of my fears (aka failing academically, the world ending, war breaking out, all the fun stuff). Maybe it’s because I hardly visit my imagination to write or to come up with scenarios to alleviate my sadness or anger. Maybe, just maybe, the reason why I hardly imagine anymore was because I didn’t want myself to live in a fantasy world where everything is okay; just to get sucker-punched by life and reality after (those meanies). I lost touch with the fun side, the good side of my thoughts. This poem helped me reconnect with it. To Imagination by Emily Bronte is a gorgeously-written poem, it is a must-read for everyone who is just entirely sick and tired of reality and its harsh ruggedness. 

@annereadsanddances  (I forgot to tag you ma’am I swear I didn’t post this just now) 

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The Youth’s Guide To Life & Huge Decisions

Protip: Read “Footnote to Youth” and “When I Was One And Twenty” for serious life-saving advice.

As young persons, we are prone to making decision we are bound to regret—don’t deny it, you know it’s true. Ergo, if ever you feel like marrying at the age of seventeen, or giving your heart away instead of crowns & pounds & guineas, read the works I mentioned beforehand. It only means reality needs to slap you in the face.

Both of the works focus on a central theme: us, the youth. These pieces of literature call out what we often do wrong—i.e., making permanent decisions based on the urges of the heart; as well as refusing to listen to our superiors. You have nothing to fear, though: you won’t get verbally assaulted. These writings have one more thing in common, and that is the fact that they present the truths we need to hear in such a way that it won’t hurt us (and, inadvertently, make us rebel more), but instead, awaken us. These pieces of literature will go past your deafened ears, your blinded eyes, your closed mind, and ultimately, make you wiser than you were before you read them.

I cannot deny that these works are downright brilliant. I mean, really—what better way to enlighten the youth than to show them their comrade suffering because of something they might also do? What better way to reach out to the youth of today (aka the angsty youth) than to put the protagonists and personas in a state of misery? These works showed us the universal truth, the reality—we are young and rebellious, and that often gets us into trouble—in simple words, not angered. The authors are merely telling us stories. However, in that simplicity, these works armed us with the knowledge, awareness, and the wisdom we need to have before we really take bigger steps.

You want solid life advice? Check them out for yourself.

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Thumbs-up for Euthanasia?

Euthanasia is, to say the least, ending a person’s life due to the fact that the said person is dealing with an incurable illness, with absolutely no hope of recovery. It has two types and can be with or without consent, but the former is more widely used than the latter—the latter only being used in the case of patients who have no chance of consciousness or is in a vegetative state. It has been around since the olden times and has been (still is) a topic of debate ever since the 1870’s.  Little did we know, it has also been debated over here in the Philippines; in fact, Sn. Miriam Santiago passed a bill, which was known as the  Senate Bill No. 1887 or the Natural Death Act. This act seeks to recognize the right of adult persons to decide their own healthcare, what drugs and life-sustaining medications and treatments should be withheld; therefore, seeking to legalize Euthanasia itself.

In a nutshell, we’re quite possibly, heading towards a nation that has legalized Euthanasia.

I personally think there is nothing wrong with that. As my teammate has stated before, we are relieving a person who is suffering of their affliction, ultimately providing them relief from the bog they have sunken in, a bog of pain, misery, indignity, and loneliness. The patient, as in the case of voluntary Euthanasia, is also deciding that he/she wishes to die already, on his own terms, exactly the way he wants it, rather than succumb to the cancer that is draining all the life from his body. It is not suicide, because he or she is dying a dignified and noble death; facing the enemy that he has been fighting for so long. It is not murder, for he or she chooses the way he or she will die, and possibly, as in the case of Euthanasia in Oregon in the United States, wherein Euthanasia is allowed under the consequence of the patient being fully conscious and aware of what he or she is about to do, and will be the one to administer his own overdose. Should Euthanasia be legalized in the Philippines, I don’t see any reason for us to not have this kind of condition. It is perfectly rational, and therefore, does not put the blood of a patient in anyone’s hands but their own. Some medical societies also consider Euthanasia an act of compassion, hence, considering it ethical.

We, however, recognize the limitations of Euthanasia, for there is passive euthanasia—which is, the kind of Euthanasia that we hope would be legalized, the acceptable kind; and active euthanasia, which can be compared to murder, as the physician is administering something lethal directly, as opposed to passiveness, which, in simpler terms, is simply low-key pulling the plug. Indirectly pulling the plug, should I say.

If the patient is not in the right state of mind, the state grants the family and the relatives to decide whether or not to use Euthanasia. Where is the others’ relief, you ask? Simply put, right in front of them. Granted, it can be hard to get over the loss of a loved one, but think about it: they do not have to live in constant fear and worry for the patient anymore, they do not have to carry that heavy burden around, and, having committed Euthanasia, their loved one will be in a better place, devoid of all the suffering he/she has endured on this Earth, relieving them too of the pain from watching rhe patient suffer.

Then, recapping my team’s argument, this is The Philippines we are talking about; we are a third world country, with poverty and substandard health care spread out like the plague. Should a less-than rich and wealthy person fall ill, where does that put his family economically? In never-ending debt, that’s where, trying to provide him the “Advanced” medical treatment you mentioned earlier. And, what if the terminally-ill patient comes from the deepest corner of the last province at the very tip of the Philippines? He will, let’s face it, not be able to get the attention he needs.

All I am trying to say is, legalizing Euthanasia in the Philippines would benefit majority of the people living in our country economically, since our people can barely access and provide for themselves basic and adequate healthcare, what more with the advanced healthcare that a terminally ill patient needs? Putting the said patient through Euthanasia would spare everyone the pain, and the empty wallets.

Lastly, in my opinion, God or the church, or religion should not be used in this type of debate. That is a question of preference and ethics, of morals and values, and each of those differ quite a lot in one person. Granted, life IS sacred and beautiful and precious and whatnot, but it doesn’t seem appropriate to use faith to defend a cause such as this. If we did, we would be stuck in a never-ending, and very heated debate, throwing opinions that might not match no matter which angle you look at it from, at each other’s faces.

I rest my case.

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Feed the Hungry, Save a Life

Reading this article, I was aware that hunger is a problem that exists in a developed and advanced world; but my eyes were still blinded by the notion that I was powerless to stop it, that I am just a little voice crying out among the other louder and powerful ones. I had this idea planted in my head that I am irrelevant and small, and there is nothing I can do to ease the suffering of my fellow people. I was ignorant.

I had no idea the number of starving people was that big. This factual statement hit me the hardest; because out of the 7 billion people in the world, that much suffers from hunger, that much goes to sleep at night without having eaten any form of food. What was the other 6075000000 doing? I am astounded at the fact that people can go to sleep at night knowing that fact, and can turn a blind eye towards this current issue.

The author’s use of conviction and persuasion was, indeed, as we would normally say, on-point. Even though he only used a couple of facts (falling under conviction) for evidences, it definitely did the trick. The facts, which are now written in black and white came as a hard slap to the face: kinda like saying, wake up, this exists, DO SOMETHING. He also used emotional appeal heavily, as in the case of asking the reader to think about the number of people who go to sleep at night without eating and the child in some far-off continent starving; and urging the reader to go out and feed his local neighbourhood group of hunger victims. He opened our eyes to the idea that we can do something to end world hunger. He made us know that we are not entirely powerless; that the littlest thing can make a huge difference. He told us that we can end this thing, together.

Yep, his use of conviction and persuasion definitely worked. Kinda makes me want to start a soup kitchen or something.

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The Rizal Monument has lived in peace for a solid 55 years before the whole Torre de Manila issue surfaced. It has remained untouched for such a long time, but before that, something akin to our current issue occurred. For TWO TIMES. The first was a proposal for a library, a cultural center, and a theatre that was to be built on the ground behind Rizal’s monument; but since fate itself seemed to find that project a definite NO, the project lacked funding. In other words, it was a stillborn project. The second involved a gigantic steel pylon, a really bright light, and a National Artist brutally murdered (not literally, guys. We’re talking skill-wise) by the general public. Juan Nakpil’s design looked downright ridiculous (I’m not lying, nor following the bandwagon, people. I saw a photo), and due to violent reactions, it was reduced to a border marker, until eventually, it faded into oblivion. The Rizal Monument, the very symbol of our Nationalism, has been messed with for THREE times in less than a hundred years.

Oh my god, people. Honestly. This whole thing is disappointing, cringe-worthy, and really, really depressing. Did the Filipino sense of nationalism shrivel up and die along with Nakpil’s (horrendous) design? Where is the respect and reverence for all the lives that were lost on that same spot; the lives that were sacrificed for the sake of OUR freedom? I mean yes, Nakpil and the JRNCC probably meant well but the Rizal monument is not meant to be an architectural feat; nor a centrepiece for more structures. It, in my humble and honest opinion, is meant to stand alone, a representation of not only Rizal but also the many others who valiantly fought and fell for our motherland. Its simplicity and beauty has stood the test of time and is to be admired on its own; it does not need to demand the attention of everyone who passes it, since its name has been spread far and wide, its purpose known by everyone who has heard of it. The two ill-fated projects of the 1960s were rejected probably for the best. It just proves that that monument is good enough on its own.                Back to current time, the sight of the condominium; a hulking, 49-storey symbol of modern materialism behind Rizal, standing on the ground where martyr blood was spilled, makes my skin crawl. It’s disgusting, it’s disrespectful, and the sigh of it is downright revolting. It needs to be burned down or reduced to dust. I don’t care if a ton of money went into that darned building. IT. SHOULD. NOT. BE. THERE.

This is not just about its aesthetic value. This is about how the glory and sacrifice of our heroes are desecrated and butchered, and how we don’t seem to care.

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The Face That Launched a Thousand Ships

I have only seen this woman once in my life; but the imprint she has left is vivid, as if I have seen her for all the days I have lived. I shall never forget how her mere presence humbled me; how a single, fleeting look felt like an eternity, how words failed me moments after we crossed paths. I have finally borne witness to her legendary aesthetic, and I am honored to be fighting for her: If I cannot have someone such as she as my wife, then I would much rather die in her honor.

Helen’s beauty is unparalleled by any mortal, the only one superior to her would be Aphrodite herself. Her hair falls down her back in rich waves of obsidian, like a patch of night sky perched atop her lovely head. She gazes upon us, the unworthy, with orbs the colour of the Mediterranean sea. Oh, I shall always remember how the look in them is comparable to the waters itself: enigmatic, deep and utterly powerful—like she knows exactly what she can make the weak, such as I, do? The fierceness of her eyes is a stark contrast to her soft features: her nose is a straight, albeit gentle slope, her cheekbones leaving only the barest hint upon her fair cheeks. And her lips, oh, her perfect lips are tinted with the colour of the most vivid red of the roses, shaped from the contours of Cupid’s legendary bow. Her smile is the most powerful spell cast upon us mortals; rendering us speechless, winded and out of breath. Her voice is a lilting melody, as soft and delicate as the touch of her hands. With every step she takes, her figure curves and sways like a gentle breeze, hypnotizing, mesmerizing. Such a beauty she is on the surface! One can only dream of unearthing the real appearance of her heart and soul.

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sadly :( i apologize

cto

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Priorities

It all started when Jun got promoted to a higher position. See, Jun here, like any other man, has a family of his own. Of course, all he wanted was the best for them, so he worked as hard as he could. But because he loved his work too much, he neglected his family and forgot that all that he was doing was for them. This bad decision led to his family falling apart.

:Group 1-Generosity

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GREECE: WHAT LIES BENEATH

It is a known fact that the Earth is filled with countless wonders and pulchritudinous sights. Us, the people who are, unfortunately, not granted the privilege to live in the said places can only dream of visiting for a short while. Such opportunities come and go, and only a few are blessed.

And I, indeed, am blessed. I have set foot in the country of my dreams. I have seen the beauty and splendour the Gods have granted that humble land. I have walked in; I have stayed in, Zeus’ home turf, Greece.

Greece, or the Hellenic Republic, is a country in the Mediterranean; guarded on all sides by four seas and wrapped in the mountains’ tight embrace. Like thousands of warriors, her islands are numerous, but only a few hundred are graced with human life. The climate is favourable during this time of year, perfect for every traveller. But, as gorgeous as it is, there is more to Greece than what meets the eye. Here are a few tidbits of what gave Greece its heart and soul.

 ART AND LITERATURE

It is no secret that the Greeks were gifted with highly artistic minds and hands. Their words are timeless, most of which are still enjoyed by the people of current times. Take the big three of Grecian literature, for example: Homer was the first to use the epic literary form for two of his famed works, The Iliad and The Odyssey. These two pieces show heart-stopping adventures of heroes. Second comes Aesop. Everyone has heard of him; probably because his fables were an important part of our childhood. The third is Sophocles, who wrote tragedies that were complex and beautiful. All of these just sit at the tip of the iceberg. The Greeks were the early authors, and fortunately, we are still able to witness their literary prowess.

Their art, on the other hand, can only be described with two words: elegant and majestic. The Parthenon, a temple dedicated to Athena, stands as an example of just how great Grecian architecture is. Right now, though it may not be seen anymore; all the temples were painted with intricate scenes concerning the god the temple is dedicated to. They have long since faded, and all we can see now are figures carved into cold, hard marble.

The Greeks also excelled in sculpting, their craft gorgeously realistic and vividly detailed. They used marble or bronze.

Aside from those two, the Greeks also enjoyed three other forms of art: painting, pottery, and jewellery making. It is very unfortunate that only a few remaining works of art, whether it is in the form of literature or art itself, survive to this day. We can only ogle at what remains, and wonder if there were even greater feats than these.

PHILOSOPHY AND BELIEFS

“What is the one thing to which the great variety of things making up the world may be reduced?”

From this question began the long stream of radical thinking concerning life itself—that is, Philosophy. However, Grecian philosophers did not all think at the same wavelength. Pythagoras and his league of Pythagoreans created Science, Mathematics, and Music in their quest for the cleansing of the soul. Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato, each being students of the other, focused more on asking the questions which, in my opinion, matter the most: they questioned morals and values, as well as the construction of the universe itself. Their pursuit of wisdom cultivated the most beautiful statements I have ever read, and the most intriguing this world has ever seen.

Though their philosophies were important, there is one integral part of the Grecian soul the world knows: their beliefs.

The Ancient Greeks worshipped 12 gods along with many other minor gods and goddesses. This particular part of their beliefs is surrounded by so many stories that it would take us months to finish them. But, I can tell you that the Greeks believed that the Gods were responsible for everything that was going on in their world: calamities, fate, hell, even luck. Everything, and I mean everything, were in the hands of the Gods, which is why the Greeks treated them with utmost respect, offering sacrifices and whatnot. There is a common misconception about the Greeks, though: though the gods are known throughout the world, they are not their religion.

Up next is the topic of their values and morals. Greece back then was a nation of war, and because of that fact, their morals are slightly (okay, a lot) off-kilter. They were highly obsessed with success, and their competitive spirit can only be described as bordering on insanity. Not to worry though, these days, only the good stuff survived. The whole barbaric trend is now obsolete. Their ancient belief in the four major qualities a human should possess—temperance, wisdom, courage, and justice—were passed on, and to me, still remains relevant even in modern times. After all, who wouldn’t want a well-rounded personality worthy of the mighty Greeks?

Alas, in the span of a Tumblr post you have seen just a peek into the world of Greeks. You have witnessed what went on in the minds and the hearts of the ancient Greeks that made this glorious country what it is today. I, myself, feel as if this information is still not enough to truly let you see the beauty that is Greece. So, to fully capture the essence of the Grecian culture, why not try popping up in that lovely country yourself? 

[fanboyingoverdemigods]

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GREECE: WHAT LIES BENEATH

 It is a known fact that the Earth is filled with countless wonders and pulchritudinous sights. Us, the people who are, unfortunately, not granted the privilege to live in the said places can only dream of visiting for a short while. Such opportunities come and go, and only a few are blessed.

And I, indeed, am blessed. I have set foot in the country of my dreams. I have seen the beauty and splendour the Gods have granted that humble land. I have walked in; I have stayed in, Zeus’ home turf, Greece.

Greece, or the Hellenic Republic, is a country in the Mediterranean; guarded on all sides by four seas and wrapped in the mountains’ tight embrace. Like thousands of warriors, her islands are numerous, but only a few hundred are graced with human life. The climate is favourable during this time of year, perfect for every traveller. But, as gorgeous as it is, there is more to Greece than what meets the eye. Here are a few tidbits of what gave Greece its heart and soul.

 ART AND LITERATURE

It is no secret that the Greeks were gifted with highly artistic minds and hands. Their words are timeless, most of which are still enjoyed by the people of current times. Take the big three of Grecian literature, for example: Homer was the first to use the epic literary form for two of his famed works, The Iliad and The Odyssey. These two pieces show heart-stopping adventures of heroes. Second comes Aesop. Everyone has heard of him; probably because his fables were an important part of our childhood. The third is Sophocles, who wrote tragedies that were complex and beautiful. All of these just sit at the tip of the iceberg. The Greeks were the early authors, and fortunately, we are still able to witness their literary prowess.

Their art, on the other hand, can only be described with two words: elegant and majestic. The Parthenon, a temple dedicated to Athena, stands as an example of just how great Grecian architecture is. Right now, though it may not be seen anymore; all the temples were painted with intricate scenes concerning the god the temple is dedicated to. They have long since faded, and all we can see now are figures carved into cold, hard marble.

The Greeks also excelled in sculpting, their craft gorgeously realistic and vividly detailed. They used marble or bronze.

Aside from those two, the Greeks also enjoyed three other forms of art: painting, pottery, and jewellery making. It is very unfortunate that only a few remaining works of art, whether it is in the form of literature or art itself, survive to this day. We can only ogle at what remains, and wonder if there were even greater feats than these.

 PHILOSOPHY AND BELIEFS

“What is the one thing to which the great variety of things making up the world may be reduced?”

From this question began the long stream of radical thinking concerning life itself—that is, Philosophy. However, Grecian philosophers did not all think at the same wavelength. Pythagoras and his league of Pythagoreans created Science, Mathematics, and Music in their quest for the cleansing of the soul. Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato, each being students of the other, focused more on asking the questions which, in my opinion, matter the most: they questioned morals and values, as well as the construction of the universe itself. Their pursuit of wisdom cultivated the most beautiful statements I have ever read, and the most intriguing this world has ever seen.

Though their philosophies were important, there is one integral part of the Grecian soul the world knows: their beliefs.

The Ancient Greeks worshipped 12 gods along with many other minor gods and goddesses. This particular part of their beliefs is surrounded by so many stories that it would take us months to finish them. But, I can tell you that the Greeks believed that the Gods were responsible for everything that was going on in their world: calamities, fate, hell, even luck. Everything, and I mean everything, were in the hands of the Gods, which is why the Greeks treated them with utmost respect, offering sacrifices and whatnot. There is a common misconception about the Greeks, though: though the gods are known throughout the world, they are not their religion.

Up next is the topic of their values and morals. Greece back then was a nation of war, and because of that fact, their morals are slightly (okay, a lot) off-kilter. They were highly obsessed with success, and their competitive spirit can only be described as bordering on insanity. Not to worry though, these days, only the good stuff survived. The whole barbaric trend is now obsolete. Their ancient belief in the four major qualities a human should possess—temperance, wisdom, courage, and justice—were passed on, and to me, still remains relevant even in modern times. After all, who wouldn’t want a well-rounded personality worthy of the mighty Greeks?

 Alas, in the span of a Tumblr post you have seen just a peek into the world of Greeks. You have witnessed what went on in the minds and the hearts of the ancient Greeks that made this glorious country what it is today. I, myself, feel as if this information is still not enough to truly let you see the beauty that is Greece. So, to fully capture the essence of the Grecian culture, why not try popping up in that lovely country yourself? 

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sadly :( i apologize

cto

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hi generosity