Frankenstein

Many people have the wrong idea about the book Frankenstein. They treat him like just another monster from a horror novel, when in reality his story is a tragedy. A being thrown into a world where violence is inevitable, and in the eyes of anyone who doesn’t know his past, he will always be the monster. He never asked to exist, and yet he cannot die either, condemned to an endless life of suffering and solitude. An outcast who can never truly belong.  He calls himself a monster, and ends up living as one, not because he was born evil, but because the world never gave him the chance to be anything else. His story is also a reminder of how deeply human bonds shape us. This becomes clear when “the monster” forms a connection with the old man, who teaches him forgiveness; something he later applies at the end of the story,  not only forgiving Victor, but releasing the anger and resentment he carried for so long. In the end, he was a pure soul who simply needed guidance, companionship, and acceptance. Someone who, beneath all the pain, still sought shelter in the hearts of those capable of compassion. A creature who wanted nothing more than to be seen as something other than the monster the world insisted he was.