Do not be mistaken, it is not merely a stereotype that the Greeks posses ardor. They have an abundance of passion, so much so that they have difficult containing it, or even channeling it. I perhaps should rephrase the word passion, and substitute it with extreme and heated emotion, as their ‘passion’ is not always positive. If emotions were paints, the Greeks would look like a colorful Picasso painting: hard to interpret but full of life. This sounds crazy I know and a complete overgeneralization, but honestly, I have been the target of more emotional daggers and the recipient of undeserved praise simply for existing. Gossip is rampant, and not just in the female circles. Life here is not only lived, but expressed. Personal space must be demanded if desired, and even then, you might only see a few inches difference in proximity.
One of my favorite quotes I came across in high school was “You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?" So on that note, I am off to find a canvas to hold my Renaissance emotions for the time being while I go explore in the modern art realm of expressions.
Monday, October 5, 2009
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