(original drawing made with blackboard chalk by Arthur Massola)
these days I found my copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", that I was sure I had borrowed to a friend that hadn't returned it yet; it was a really nice surprise.
I've read Kundera's book three times, I think, and it started to get to me more and more in each. but in the end, living was the thing that made me understand better the meaning of it, at least for me. in my opinion, the book not only dwelves into the "meaning of life" and nihilistic ideas, but also uses as its main character one intrinsic part of life: dicotomy.
the unbearable lightness of being comes from the fact that it can't be light if we don't analyze the weight of being; it is a constant and daily work, but it is not the main topic of discussion. my point is, that even the lightness has weight.
"life is not black and white"
we sometimes agonyze over feeling anger towards someone we love, or feeling overwhelmed by something we enjoy. but living is definetely not simple, and the complexity of reality constructs itself in contradictions and dicotomies.
but liking it or not doesn't change the fact that life is what it is. we need not only patience, but also courage to accept that we may never understand the most complex aspects of being, and that's kind of beautiful, isn't it? as it is dauntingly scary.
maybe someday I'll be able to comprehend better how these complicated and conflicting feelings form and affect what I experience as living, but, for now, I'm pretty happy with my journey into bearable lightness.
I hope you are well, even if you are not