Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Kundera opens the novel discussing Nietzsche's idea of eternal recurrence. As I said in class today, Kundera is concerned with the idea that humans only get one chance in life and we don’t have the ability to go back and edit our decisions, suggesting that human existence doesn’t matter in the end. Kundera writes, “If we have only one life to live, we might as well have not lived at all.” I disagree with this statement. If we believe in eternal return, life is "heavy" because knowing that we will not come again makes our lightness unbearable-- but why does it have to be this way? Why would this knowledge afflict us so negatively? If we know we are going to die eventually and won't have the chance to be a part of something again, why not make the most out of the life you are currently experiencing? As the musical artist Drake so famously said, "You only live once." Wouldn't you appreciate your life even more if you were told tomorrow you would never live your life how it is again? Life is what you make it, so instead of wallowing in the unbearableness, you should embrace the knowledge of imminent death and live life to the fullest every day. What do y'all think?