Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say that something has become a great burden to us. We either bear the burden or fail and go down with it, we struggle with it, win or lose. And Sabina - what had come over her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden, but the unbearable lightness of being.
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being


Bill said...

A most intent look from the dog... Nice shot.

Fram Actual said...

There are many of us, I think, whose lives could easily be written in as periphery characters in a novel such as this -- perhaps, even as the main players.

I am curious where this post came from, how it came to be .... I mean, the photograph and the novel, why they are together and why now, a week before Christmas? I suppose I look for riddles where there is none, but it is something for me to ponder as winter winds and snow surround me.

villa said...

¡Feliz Navidad para ti, tu familia y todos tus amigos!
Que todos tus deseos se cumplan. Felices fiestas.

Un abrazo desde Salamanca.

Suzana Miu said...

Craciun fericit!
Petreceri frumoase de sfarsit de an!
La Multi Ani cu sanatate, bucurii, impliniri!