“So at this late date, I have decided to join them by giving my body to be burned. With love in my heart not only for them but also of the perpetrators of such horror … ”
There is a point when you look backwards and realize that the “you” from a year ago is a totally different person than the “you” that you see in the mirror. Nothing seemed to change, but everything somehow did.
In the final analysis it’s impractical and impossible to live one’s life without inflicting suffering upon another living being to some extent.
In Western culture we love to hate or point out all the weird things about Christianity, Richard Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens and Bill Maher have made life-long careers pointing out the contradictions and absurdities of Christianity.
But it’s more than just that. It’s the consistent thoughts of failure.
Without God, a partner, five-year plan, or any plan, there’s little in life to consider save one’s premature mortality.
If you’re in a relationship, you need to continuously work on the present.
Since the only problem we ever have is the presence of unease in our moments — and not the absence of anything — happiness itself doesn’t really exist.
I don’t want to “like” everything, don’t want to go to business school, don’t want to go to the new restaurant in Williamsburg where they bake olive oil shortbread daily, on the premises.
If, in the end, Lewis is right — that there are no safe investments — wouldn’t it be easier, less painful, less gut-wrenchingly traumatic in the long run to not invest at all? Wouldn’t it be more conducive to one’s all-around emotional and psychological well-being?