As a child I looked toward Hollywood stars as people I aspired to become “when I grew up”. Marilyn Monroe was especially popular in the late 50’s. I thought it would be grand to be that beautiful, to be loved by the people, to be famous. After much reading (and the passing of many years), I can hypothesize that Marilyn was not happy with constantly trying to be the beauty queen. She had moments of glory but within her heart, she must have felt the superficiality of not truly being loved … her husband (s) tired of her, her public waned as what they deemed gorgeous changed … how could Marilyn ever compete with the “Twiggy” phase? She did not have the charmed life that I believed she did as a preteen.
I am traveling through the ruins of the medieval times with the benefit of knowing how that time period turned out. There is no talisman that warded off the evil spirit of man against man. Their fear and insecurity about the unknown did not build walls that were able to keep the people from causing death to each other. The victors in one siege became the vanquished later on. There is no Roman empire … there is no “princess” on a hill. I am making a broad statement that needs more facts than a couple of paragraphs but I can even tie this back to Marilyn. Life does not stand still – our hatred of each other can turn inward. Wishing to satisfy the popular moors of the masses has never worked … not for Marilyn, not for Crusaders, not for the Roman Empire and not for me.
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