Bless Me Ultima Reflection Essay - 1395 Words

Life is not about living and dying, but the masterpiece that glistens on your journey and the impact you left behind. We face experiences that can help us grow or just completely shatter us. Either the experience being pleasant or hurtful, it may give the urge to ask questions about everything that surrounds your life. These experiences can be so powerful that you question your entire existence. In Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya, Antonio Mà ¡rez goes through many hardships that he endures throughout the plot which sparks many questions upon to himself. Being at a young age and coming up against such horrific experiences there is no doubt a young mind would have the need to seek answers as to why something like this would†¦show more content†¦I asked. That is not for us to say, Antonio. The war sickness was not taken out of him, he did not know what he was doing.†. Since Ultima apprehends that what Lupito did isn’t his fault, but what the war did to him, to l ose sanity and become someone he didn’t want to ripen as. Even though he wonders for Lupito’s forgiveness, the fundamentals of his religion contradicts his thoughts which increases his religious ambivalence. As time progresses, this conflicts becomes greater, which causes Antonio to fall in more doubt. As he journeys through the bridge of innocence to experience, he realizes more injustices with his interactions amongst other characters. Narciso, considered the town drunk, can be acknowledged as a sinner. Even though a person can have various flaws, they can still have valuable qualities that outlook their mistakes. Narciso had fought with Tenorio, barber of El Puerto, who was now bound to seek revenge on Ultima, because he was certain she is to blame for his daughter’s death. Narciso without a hesitation knew he had to warn Ultima, walking though the blizzard with Antonio behind unnoticed by him, moments later Tenorio shot Narciso, and he fell by Juniper tree. (Anaya 170), after Tony had approached Narciso, â€Å"I looked at the wound on the chest and saw blood stop flowing; rage and protest filled me. I wanted to cry out in the storm that it was not fair that Narciso died for doing good, that it was not fair for a mere boy to be at