Jul 6, 2013 - Books, Personal    6 Comments

There is more to life than childish pursuit of happiness

There are more bad writers than there are good writers, just like there are more boring people than really interesting ones, it is like the law of nature – or something akin to it. What is tragic – at least in our times – that people prefer to read the truly awful ones instead of the few decent writers that are out there.

I could not care less about those who write vampire and werewolf stories or those who write badly written but best selling mommy porn, we all know that it is crap and it will go down in history as such. It is the pseudo intellectual philosophical babble that people try to pass as literature that gets my goat. What irritates me even more than popularity of best selling pop philosophy is the use of words like iridescent and constant optimism it spreads.

The world is a dark dark place, life is a bitch and then you die and after that there is an endless vacuum. Yes, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, in fact many do not even get to see the end of the tunnel so why can’t people get their heads around that and be content with misery which in my opinion is a natural state of being.

Why there are more people who read and actually believe in the garbage spewed by Coelho than someone like Kafka?  A line like this – “When you really want something to happen, the whole world conspires to help you achieve it” – is nothing but merely a line, the universe continues to function like it should; however, “There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe… but not for us” is not just a line, it is the truth.

Here is to accepting truth and living with loneliness, sadness and misery. There is nothing wrong with that, in fact this constant pursuit of happiness is rather childish and looks okay only on a Hallmark greeting card.

 

 

PS: Started writing this post on Kafka’s birthday but got sidetracked and started reading the metamorphosis once again. Now go and buy a decent book and read it and reflect. You guys owe it to yourselves.

 

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6 Comments

  • Badly… Badlu sounds a but funny :p

  • If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? A madman lives his life in bliss, it is the sane that weep for him. Life is meaningless by itself. What matters is our perception of our life.

    The real masters of pursuing happiness in life realize that to be truly happy you can either change your circumstance or change the perception of your circumstance.

    Yes life is fleeting, yes it is hopeless. Instead of deriving pleasure for having achieved a superior air of snobbery attained by pointing this obviously self-evident fact to others, some prefer to think how they might better use and better appreciate their short stay in this imperfect earth.

  • Sure, living life in misery is so mature, since pursuit of happiness is childish. Pfft.

  • Bonjour Tazeen,

    Those words “the pursuit of happiness” come from Th. Jefferson who wrote the American Constitution in 1775/76. What he had in mind, was not “happy spending, getting filthy rich, live like a play boy or baba cool” but enjoy liberty, rule of law, property. For him that spelled happiness or at least the possibility to work towards that goal.

    Yes, Franz Kafka was a great writer and worthwhile reading, even today. But he was a goddam pessimist maybe because of his bad health and the job at the insurance company he didn’t like.

    Sure, life means misery, misery of all kinds and coming in different sizes. But, at least for me, there are some cherries to be picked before feeding the worms. Therefore, I prefer to read optimistic prose, if possible funny to make me smile – like the PG Wodehouse stories – and not those that confirm what is universally known.

    Last but not least: keep on writing, I would be happy to disagree with you. Let’s go on wading through this valley of wrath.

    Georg

  • I think everyone has been taken in by Coelho or similar trash at some point. Probably because we all love to believe that 1 + 1 could be something more than 2. However, for a good many of us who initially were taken in, we grow out of it and come to know it for the garbage it is.

    The problem I feel is that books like this masquerade as some sort of philosophical / spiritual thing and we buy into that. It is only by going through the process of reading, believing, rethinking, doubting, and then eventually rejecting it that we come to know what it is, at least that is what it was for me.

    Obviously, that means that we are able to reject books like Tuesdays with Morrie with more ease, and that is always a good thing.

    Anyway, I do agree with you, there’s a lot of thrash out there and there’s a lot of trash out there masquerading as the good stuff.

  • “When you really want something to happen, the whole world conspires to help you achieve it”

    That’s the single most hated line of mine from him – and I keep saying Coelho is trash, but nobody listens to me. I hate sweeping statements from such authors.

    But yes, Kafka is wonderful. This post made me smile – thank you.

    PS: you seem like a person who would like Graham Greene and Somerset Maugham. If you haven’t already read them – do read.

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