I finally finished the Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. Like the fragmented narrative style of the book itself, I read it in bits and pieces over the course of...3 months.
Sometimes I would google others interpretations when I feel incompetent to understand one's writing.
horror - unknown; sadness - known
"Happiness is the longing for repetition"
"Human time does not turn in a circle, it runs ahead in a straight line."
I think this only applies to a certain extent, and only for some people. The idea of happiness is so dynamic that it would take an incredible amount of wisdom to put it into one sentence.
Is time linear? Or is time linear only because the world needs to follow a certain order for it to be able to operate? Ironically that the author makes such a claim, the novel was not narrated linearly. The "ending" of the characters were told in the middle of the book, and the ending of the book described the death of the beloved dog.
I am a person who naturally don't take things lightly. I tend to associate lightness with a negative connotation. But lightness is a part of life.
But this time I limited myself to read only about the author and the book's wiki pages. I want to be confident and comfortable in my own interpretation.
Isn't life the pursuit of the balance between the lightness and weight?
Knowing when to stop,
to have fun,
to endure hardships,
to do the uncomfortable things,
to dream
to face the reality
Water seems to achieve it perfectly.
It's so light that it's free-flowing, from the mountain to rivers and creeks, then to the lakes. Yet it holds this weight that builds these large bodies of water, lakes, sea, and oceans.