I do not regret anything at all (x2)
Either the good that has been done to me
or the evil
everything is equal to me
no, nothing at all, no...
everything is paid, swept away, forgotten
I don't care about the past!
With my memories I lit the fire
My pains, my pleasures,
I don't need them anymore
My love stories are swept away
with their tremolos
swept away for ever
I'm starting on new bases
no, nothing at all etc...
Because my life, my happiness, today everything begins..."
Nietzsche, "Human, All too Human"
ReplyDelete139 - In some respects, the ascetic too is trying to make life easy for himself, usually by completely subordinating himself to the will of another or to a comprehensive law and ritual, rather in the way the Brahman leaves absolutely nothing to his own determination, but determines himself at each minute by a holy precept. This subordination is a powerful means of becoming master of oneself; one is occupied, that is, free of boredom, and yet has no willful or passionate impulse; after a deed is completed, there is no feeling of responsibility, and therefore no agony of regret. One has renounced his own will once and for all, and this is easier than to renounce it only occasionally, just as it is easier to give up a desire entirely than to moderate it. If we remember man's, present attitude towards the state, we find there too that an unqualified obedience is more convenient than a qualified one. The saint, then, makes his life easier by that complete abandonment of his personality, and a man is fooling himself when he admires that phenomenon as the most heroic feat of morality. In any event, it is harder to assert one's personality without vacillation or confusion than to free oneself from it in the manner described; it also takes much more intellect and thought.
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines." --RW Emerson
ReplyDeleteHorace, "Ars Poetica"
ReplyDeleteThe Goths beyond the sea may plot,
The warlike Basques may plan,
Friend, never heed them! vex thee not
For this our mortal span
Of little wants. Youth's halcyon day
Soon goes with all its gleams,
And wizened Age drives far away
Light loves and easy dreams.
The warmth of April buds will wane,
The ruddy Moon will change:
Why must thou tax a puny brain
With schemes beyond its range?
No! 'neath the lofty lime or pine
Reposing while we may
Bedewed with scent, while roses twine
Our hair already grey,
Here lie and drink. Wine blows away
The gnats of care. Go, slave,
Quick, this Falernian's fire allay
In yonder rushing wave.
Coax Lyde from her lurking-place,
With ivory lute arrayed,
Her tresses knotted with the grace
That marks the Spartan maid.
You have no regrets?
ReplyDeleteI find that the qualities that help me to succeed also hurt me.
No... I have MANY regrets and intend to continue having many more. That's what it means "to live" AND "think". But at the same time, I'm not going to dwell on them. I accept that I'll make plenty of decisions I'll come to later "regret". I intend upon making a LOT of mistakes and laughing at myself for them afterwards. ;)
ReplyDeleteAmen!
ReplyDeleteRidi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!
ReplyDelete:)
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