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In short, whatever I write, I write. What does it matter eitherways? I usually tend to talk about gender issues, parenting, books, movies, stuff that catches my fancy...
Friday, May 05, 2006
The secret of life
Been reading Oscar Wilde. And discovered the key to extracting joy from life. The secret to life is to take pleasure in being terribly terribly deceived. I felt as I read that line that I had come home. I had discovered everything that was there to know.
Of all the things that people are unhappy about... I mean really really soul-killingly unhappy about, being betrayed and deceived is the worst. Even poverty is made more unbearable by exploitation. You get cheated out of your wages; you get turned down for a loan from someone you trusted... And that hurts more than actually being in financial low water at that point in time.
This can be sort of transferred into any negative experience you have. It's the fact that you're let down that hurts more than the loss of the experience itself. You feel more sorry that you've been stood up than that you missed the movie.
Now what if... What if you go through life a lot more rashly? Not afraid of being betrayed or let down. What if you make plans to go out with someone, knowing that there's a possibility that he/she won't keep their word? What if you can take that kind of deception and distil from it only the fun times you had together, won't that be completely totally cool?
Why not be gullible? So much better than being cynical... Is it too much of a risk? What do we lose anyways? The most that can hurt us is that someone we trusted deceived us. The secret to life is to take pleasure in being terribly terribly deceived...