It is all a matter of paying attention. And when the signs are unmistakable, it really is astonishing. A man makes a firm resolution about something, and from that moment on, everything seems to conspire to make him betray himself. Just put it to the test. At first, reality is exasperating. However, if the betrayal does not come to pass, and thus the spirit does not succumb, if it frees itself from the trap of the resolution and, instead of falling, overcomes the temptations and perseveres, there is much to think about. Now, if the concomitant movement truly occurs, and it is not merely a fantasy, what kind of conclusion follows? Of the smallest possible, it is to sketch it out and realize that, when one can laugh at lived reality, aware of its implications and the nature of what one was able to overcome, a tremendous—and perhaps dangerous—satisfaction springs forth.
Category: Notes
Despair Stems From Fear
Despair stems from fear, which often arises from the perception of an unsolvable situation—or at least one perceived as such. It is not so much the situation itself that is distressing as the feeling of powerlessness in the face of its unfolding, and despair springs from the inability to influence it through any action. It is clear, then, that in such cases, irresponsibility can serve as a palliative. And despair is always, to a greater or lesser extent, the repercussion of a mental phantom. That is why, when one does not fear death, when one has no attachment, nothing ultimately seems so frightening. And that is also why those who take refuge in the strength of faith never despair.
It Would Undoubtedly Be More Fruitful…
It would undoubtedly be more fruitful, rather than speaking of “styles” and “schools,” to classify writers by types of artistic motivation. Curiously enough, however, there are many cases in which, based on the work itself, one can barely discern what motivated the writing. Or rather, such a classification would reveal that the most trivial of motivations were responsible for the bulk of what was written. On the other hand, however, there would be no doubt that a writer like Proust belongs to a specific family of writers. And that Antero, Vigny, Leopardi, and Unamuno are all, in their respective countries, representative of a similar motivation. It would not be difficult to demonstrate that these latter, through their artistic form, sought nothing more than to give the most refined expression to the issues they deemed fundamental. But in literature, unfortunately, not everyone is driven by motivations so simple and of such clear significance.
Depending on Where One Is Born…
Depending on where one is born and where one grows up, it is not uncommon to reach, within just a few years of adulthood, a sense of complete saturation, total disinterest, and a lack of identification with everything the environment has to offer. And so, it is time to leave. And to leave without too much reflection, because that tends to discourage the decision. Here, the problem of circumstances arises. But no one can explain how it is possible that, even when these circumstances seem the most precarious, the right decision prevails, and before long there is nothing left to regret. Once the experience seems to have been absorbed and overcome, once what could be learned from it has been learned and it has become undesirable, one must abandon it forever; otherwise, it will take root, causing harm, corrupting, and no longer having anything new to teach.