morrie's relevation
Morrie's revelations about life strike you as you turn the pages. It's as if little epiphanies seep into your mind while you sit up in bed, reading by the glow of a bedside lamp at 1 am, and wonder how an old, feeble man, slipping away day by day from the effects of a terminal disease, would have have viewed the celluloid world that we all take for granted. You try to envision his uncluttered, unfazed view of the passings and trappings of our fragile existance for yourself, and begin to step back and wonder why we lost the ability to view our lives through his eyes in the first place. Why we're trapped in a constant race for better grades, better pay, bigger houses, faster cars.
Strangely enough, it took a novel, of all things, to make me realise something. Modern living is a deadly paradox. Once we step into the rat race, there is no escape, even for those drawn over the hard tarmac of the streets by the engines that drive us towards the hallowed achievement of all things material, and worn tissue-thin and weary. Yet if we don't even attempt to run the race, content where we are, we are alienated by a culture which values money over friendship, beauty over health, lust over love.
He's right, sometimes it takes a forecast of the coming of the great leveller to make people wake up and say to themselves, "Hey man, what the fuck have I been up to all this while?".
Perhaps it would be in order, to live each day as if it were the last.
Live each experience, savour every moment, good or bad.
Live
Strangely enough, it took a novel, of all things, to make me realise something. Modern living is a deadly paradox. Once we step into the rat race, there is no escape, even for those drawn over the hard tarmac of the streets by the engines that drive us towards the hallowed achievement of all things material, and worn tissue-thin and weary. Yet if we don't even attempt to run the race, content where we are, we are alienated by a culture which values money over friendship, beauty over health, lust over love.
He's right, sometimes it takes a forecast of the coming of the great leveller to make people wake up and say to themselves, "Hey man, what the fuck have I been up to all this while?".
Perhaps it would be in order, to live each day as if it were the last.
Live each experience, savour every moment, good or bad.
Live
