Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. Everything has been figured out, except how to live. One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished. The line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life. There is only one day left, always starting over. It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk. We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are, that is the fact. When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too.Suddenly you see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail. You'd make a terrible witness. It is true that people who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. Luckily, I only have a few...

Dr Shaw is a lecturer in Further Education at Edge Hill University, Ormskirk. She also offers philosophy courses at the School of Continuing Education, Lifelong learning, at the University of Liverpool. In 2015, she has completed her Doctorate in philosophy with a focus on existentialism, the equilibrium doctrine and narrative. She has worked as a teacher of English and Comparative literature and Philosophy at The American University in Cairo, Egypt where she also obtained her BA (Hons). Dr Shaw has an MA in Philosophy and Literature from the University of East Anglia where she also taught on a number of humanities subjects. Whilst working in North Wales in Further education, she gained a PGCE aimed at teaching in FE and HE sectors. Dr Shaw moved to Liverpool in 2010 where she now resides.

Interests: Existentialism, Narrative, Comparative Literature, Feminist Thought, Public Speaking, Arab Existentialism, Philosophy of Education, Art, Music, Film and Theatre, Greek Mythology, Existential counsellor and psychotherapist.


Sunday, 12 February 2017

Jose Feliciano / And I Love Her (inst.)

Living in fear, anxious and unsure of own feelings, we delve into one another's arms
with the uncertainty of what is yet to come. We live in fear of losing a feeling that has grown from nothing.
We call it love, an infatuation, a passion for an idea that is yet to exist.
We long to be in each others' arms and yet we question our intentions. A game for two they say... but I am not the best of players.
I fall and fall into the abyss not knowing where to or when will I land.
I am no warrior in this game of love, and no queen of hearts. I am a woman with many doubts, insecurities, hopes and dreams. A woman who carries a humble heart on her sleeve, and doubtful about the existence of love. You say you love me but what is love? I close my eyes to realise that it is just a feeling for today, and tomorrow is another day where love may cease to exist.
Strangers we will become. Once upon a time, we were one. How strange is the feeling of knowing that what you long for the most is the very same thing you try hard to avoid? Building walls around our hearts, fragile walls that crumble down with a passionate kiss.

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