“Let it seem that I live in vain,” the Danish Astromer Tycho Brache whispered in his death, I did not see that the tables of the stars were leaving him to be KEPler when he made the laws of planetary motion; To not see that the measure of life that is unattainable is not what is confusing but how it was lived – that sincerity and authenticity are full of authenticity and authenticity and stained nights, these incomparable hours.
Many of us will not leave a dynamic understanding of the nature of the universe, but we also forget what we leave behind – the line of DNA, which affects life and all the energy of the past and the future “; It is the end, in the poet Mario Benedeting's clear words, when we stop throwing ourselves and start spending ourselves truly alive.
The most extensive diarity of all transcendentalists, Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 4, 1804-MAIL 19, 1864 – May 19, 1864) takes up the question of what that means in his passionate letters. Among the ideas of the story (one of which was The red book), the records of the raising of his young son, and the lyrical accounts of his rambles in nature, he ends up counting in a way of life so that he does not look back and 'imitate the sun that is wasted by the sun.'
His father From the age of four, so it was unfairly arranged that he ducked behind trees and rocks to avoid talking to the townspeople, described by Hermann Melville (who wrote to him Moby-dick To him) as a person “big, domesticated, deep understanding,” said Hawthorne very clearly, “hawthorne understood more about the urgency to fill it with a purpose – nowhere later than watching his young mother. He understood that the annoying approach of death is precisely why we can not afford a short distance from life; That while there are many kinds of good lives, they fall to us to make ours beautiful.
In journal entries from his early thirties, writing thirty, he writes:
All kinds of people, and all people, have a place to fill the world, and it is important in some way, whether you choose to be or not.
In the sentences Nietzsche can include a generation later when he insists that “no one can build a bridge for you,” he sees that each one does it for himself, “only deal with the values of life, our statues, and the burning consent of our Epoch. Losing “our element” in these hawthorne structures is nothing less than the “dying sign of man.” He will not, he warns, “use other people's experience.” But in order to use our own, to learn from it so that our lives can be extended and deepened, first of all we must learn to trust ourselves, cultivate “what is false and what” the right understanding. ”
Because the mind is an experience of experience and understanding, there is no greater expense of life than spending the mind. Advocating against his time equivalent of investigating social media feeds, Hawthorne writes:
Tiredness and stress unlike the spirits felt after a day spent in turning to a magazine or something else subtle, different from the mood after a hard study; Because there has never been joy, there is no difficulty to be overcome, but the spirits have appeared without betraying them.
(This is important because learning something is the best way to lift yourself up when the world is down.)
A year in three decades, not knowing that he had already lived more than half of his store of life, found out what it would take to live an unworthy life:
Four principles: breaking traditions; removing lost spirits; Reflections on youth; to do nothing against one's intelligence.
During his time, the word “genius” retained some of its original Latin connotations, meaning not only his creative talent or creative spirit but a vital spirit. It is the body that trembles with reason, but it is the Spirit that lives with life. Hawthorne has never lost the basic truth to produce a burning hearth always at its expense: It has been the spirit that wastes time made of Skyline and Pebble-Huntism, visible play at risk with the body of the Body, all ideas and fortituces burning inside.
Thinking of one period of his life, full of love in his vegetable garden, reading, crying, walking with his wife, white flowers from the pool deck, Hawthorne wrote:
My life, at this time, is more like that of a boy, outside, than it has always been a boy … My business is simply to live and enjoy; And whatever is essential to health and happiness will come as naturally as the dew from heaven.
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I look back on a day spent in what the world would call unrighteousness, and which I can show myself by a fitting Epithet; And, anyway, I can't feel that I've been wasted. It is true; It would be a sin and a shame, in a country like ours, to spend a lifetime in this way; But, for a few weeks in the summer, it is good to live as if the world is heaven. So and so, it will be so; Though for a moment, a moment, the conflicting shadow of earthly care and toil may meet our realities.
A century later, George Orwell embodied the same truth in spirit, growing a rose garden while eliminating the congregation.
A couple with Henry James on how to stop waiting and start living, then again Hawthorne on how to look and really see.
