IN SEARCH OF THE PERKS.

She’s a beautiful, indescribable perfection, a true beauty from head to toe. all precise and exact descriptions of the rose sitting quietly on the corner of the room. Some call her a mother, others call her a trophy, and others believe she is truly a fortunate character in society- but I feel obligated to call her by her true name, Edna Pontellier. Our perfect white rose has a few purposes in her lifespan: to be silent, to radiate her beauty, to take care of the space around her, and to reach a level of beauty that resembles a goddess’s. 

At birth, a rose is closely corrected night and day- how to behave, how to dress, how to speak, how to stand, how to be silent above all things. But as I look to my right, I can’t help but notice a silent plea for help; an unmistakable vibe that contrasts with the fake smile she upholds. And that is when I notice that the rose is no other than Edna Pontellier going through her awakening. Just like a rose, Edna is slowly unfolding from within. Her thoughts, her feelings and her situation made her slowly realize what she was capable of doing; and that she was not meant for the silly mother life that had been chosen for her by the people in her society.

But as time passes and the book progresses, the simple flower blooming slowly had to die. Edna was not taken seriously, and the way she bloomed was not at all a concern or interest to her society, since she was such a beauty, and that is all that mattered. Edna slowly after blooming and completely rebelling against all of society’s boundaries was overwhelmed by the pressure she bestowed upon herself and simply swan far into the ocean and progressively into her death.