“I’m talking about what happens to you if, having barely escaped suicide, or death, or madness, or yourself, you watch your children growing up and no matter what you do, no matter what you do, you are powerless, you are really powerless, against the force of the world that is out to tell your child that he has no right to be alive” (Baldwin 60).
Although we may hear about it, or even see it first hand, there is no possible way to fully comprehend that feeling of the “blues” in a black person’s life while living in a white person’s world. That feeling is indescribable. We are all born on this same earth, we all face somewhat similar disasters, but the severity is different because of our skin color. We are all human beings, searching for ourselves and for the answers to life, and somewhere along the way things got screwed up and we began to lose track of that and pay more attention to the differences and downfalls of one another, rather than the similarities and strengths. Janie is in a sense living a life of “blues”, suppressing her feelings and avoiding her desire to dream big. For her, reality seems harsh, and it is easier to live with her ambitions inside her head rather than potentially have them crushed by someone else. “Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches” (Hurston 8). When Janie was a teenager, she used to sit under the pear tree and dream about being a tree in bloom. She longed for something more. She enters multiple marriages with many thoughts but of them all, she has universal expectations for each, those expectations are that she will be treated with respect and if it is not there in the beginning, "love will come" no matter what. Though she has three different serious relationships, Janie does not ever have her desires met, even with the one she loved most, Tea Cake. She