In my last post, I wrote as therapeutic, as Ellis et al suggest, that kind of writing encouraged my “personal responsibility and agency, raising consciousness and promoting cultural change.” I feel that my last post was a perfect example of therapeutic writing as I related back to my personal experiences of a multicultural lifestyle.
It is interesting to observe how my investigations become structured by my own cultural framework. I find that my writing, rather consistently, takes the path of a personal narrative, Personal narratives are stories about authors who view themselves as the phenomenon and write evocative narratives specifically focused on their academic, research, and personal lives (e.g., BERRY, 2007; GOODALL, 2006; POULOS, 2008; TILLMANN, 2009). By the act of doing this blog post, it seems to me that I have to try and look at myself subjectively and analyse my previous work as if I was seeing it for the first time.
Reading back over the last blog, it is evident that I am very aware of the diversity of culture, yet tend to overlook it, in favour of viewing the human condition, everyone as connected, and the same at the very core. I feel as though I have the planet inside me. I don’t feel an identity towards my nationality or culture. However, I feel that expressing, or realising this is the point, I created a reflective examination of myself, I investigated questions of my culture, or lack-of, as well as identity.
my series of blogs has been very much an investigation of self, diving in and dissecting various aspects of perception. At this point I think it will be interesting to bring up the movie Snowpeircer. Why that movie? you may ask, well firstly the movie is a forien art house film, which combines some hollywood elements in it. The train is a representation of the world, therefor an important ethnographic text. The film examines cultural and religious themes, and ideas about systems, identities and social structure.
I can draw a parallel between the train and myself, the train is a small place, relative the the planet of course, yet within it, a diverse range of people, class and places exist. This is what I feel inside of myself, I feel diverse and aware. There was a scene in the film where the lower class of people where fighting the hooded figures with weapons, there was a key moment in this fight. The key moment happened when the train was about to reach the bridge (marking a new year). One of the leaders yelled for everyone to stop fighting, and for a breif minute everyone was together in the experience, a shared common feeling. I mention this because I said earlier that I tend to favour veiwing the shared human condition that underlies out so called ‘differences.’
In conclusion, I observe myself with a universal mindset, an open mind and with my truth in tact, I feel we never quite have a full grasp on culture and what people are going through, we may be able to understand it acadmically, but I am of the opinion that that is half the struggle.