Wednesday, September 1, 2010
If you have been reading my blog for awhile you already know that I'm a bookworm, if not, I'm saying it now: I AM A BOOKWORM :) , I've loved books even before I learnt how to read them. They make me feel alive and away at the same time and I could spend a whole life reading, I may sound like a book fanatic but maybe I am a little, all of us have deep dark little secrets :) . Anyways, lately I've been thinking even more often about really devoting my life to something related to the book industry. I'm already studying a master degree in publishing that I'll finish next March, but I don't know if I'll be brave enough to leave my current job after finishing the master... Oh well, I'm a journalist and I do have a good job, I can't complaint at all, it's interesting and it is safe, but it doesn't fully satisfy me and we have only one life, so here comes the question: Sense or Sensibility? Should I follow my brain or my heart? Can I follow both? Can we achieve whatever we want if we fight for it?
All these thoughts make me think about the links between two good books that I highly recommend written in two very different periods of time: Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen and Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse. Both of them deal in different ways with that polarization of us... Here you have some quotes to make you think and reflect about the matter. Please give me your opinion and advice on the matter!: Sense or Sensibility or both and how be able to be balanced?
* From Narcissus and Goldmund
"We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement."
"We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do."
* From Sense and Sensibility
"She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation."
"She tried to explain the real state of the case to her sister. 'I do not attempt to deny,' said she, 'that I think very highly of him--that I greatly esteem, that I like him.'
Marianne here burst with forth with indignation:
'Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor. Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment.'
Elinor could not help laughing. 'Excuse me,' said she, 'and be assured that I meant no offence to you, by speaking, in so quiet a way, of my own feelings.'
P.S. My mum's three cats and my mac are always willing to help me with my rumbled thoughts... :)