Look at you!
I can't---there isn't a mirror around.
You're lucky. Your looks would send anybody to a railroad track, including yourself!
I hope it's TGV or the like, not Amtrack or sorts. It would be a real tragedy if you only get mangled.
I see, we are ready to discuss the source of every conceivable unhappiness in the world.
I'm not sure...
Oh no, is it really that bad? Tell me, what is it about this time?
Lost and...
You often leave your key in the key hole. I'd say, check the doors.
I have all my keys. It's something else, lost and... never found again.
I'm afraid that's an important fact of life that you have to accept. Innocence lost, Paradise lost... The only thing that can be done and undone repeatedly is your shoelace.
Hey, I thought you were here to cheer me up!
You may have to hit the very bottom to surface back---like when you have a hangover, you try to overcome it with a serving of strong eggnog.
Never heard of that! By the way, did you know that the very bottom can crack?
I was not aware of your pessimism par excellence.
Well, I didn't invent the metaphor. It was used for the Japanese economy few years ago.
Ah, your creativity has been exhausted as well... It's true, we realize the value of something only when it is no longer in our possession. I'm afraid that's human nature. We take what we have for granted, and always desire more.
Once the aircraft loses contact with the tarmac, my longing for the place that I left behind starts.
That happens to me, too. It can be any place, almost any person and anything.
You're quite possessive.
I don't know whether "possessive" is the right word. But I do know that I always have a fear of losing and destroying something beautiful.
Do you get that feeling when you are in an art museum?
I do. I get worried that I may become deranged and smash the exhibited objects. As long as they are intact, I have to fight against the possibility of momentary lapse of sanity. I also know that once they are destroyed, I don't have to worry about it. What has kept me at bay is that I know too well that a strong sense of remorse would hit me immediately and torment me forever.
I'm afraid you are not unique in that sense.
How disappointing---I am not?
No, you belong to the category of people who are afraid of engaging in anything new for the fear of failing or losing.
I think my case is slightly different, because it concerns something that already exists. But okay, perhaps close enough, dread of destruction and failure. Baron de Montesquieu comes to mind... "C'est un malheur de n'être point aimée ; mais c'est un affront de ne l'être plus."
"It's sad not to be loved, but it's insulting to be no longer loved." You know, people say we become wiser as we age, but isn't it just that we learn so much about failure that we become excessively cautious, to the point that there is no room for failure?
We will be forever unhappy if we do not accept the status quo.
So far, you've said we have to accept the permanency of loss and also whatever the circumstances that you are in. If those are so-called wisdom of life and we live to learn such things, I don't know if life is worth much.
I agree. But don't worry, we all come to terms with life by rewriting histories. I already told you so some time ago.
Life is all about fooling yourself, then.
You have met people who manage to justify everything that happened in their lives, haven't you?
That's why I advise against vacationing on a long-haul cruise, especially if the point of departure is Miami.
Let me point out the counterforce to our tendency for justification. Everything looks better from afar, that is, things you cannot obtain, have lost, etc. are more alluring than what you have.
There could be a balance, you mean.
Rejoice, a happy ending to our discussion that started with your awful face!
I can't---there isn't a mirror around.
You're lucky. Your looks would send anybody to a railroad track, including yourself!
I hope it's TGV or the like, not Amtrack or sorts. It would be a real tragedy if you only get mangled.
I see, we are ready to discuss the source of every conceivable unhappiness in the world.
I'm not sure...
Oh no, is it really that bad? Tell me, what is it about this time?
Lost and...
You often leave your key in the key hole. I'd say, check the doors.
I have all my keys. It's something else, lost and... never found again.
I'm afraid that's an important fact of life that you have to accept. Innocence lost, Paradise lost... The only thing that can be done and undone repeatedly is your shoelace.
Hey, I thought you were here to cheer me up!
You may have to hit the very bottom to surface back---like when you have a hangover, you try to overcome it with a serving of strong eggnog.
Never heard of that! By the way, did you know that the very bottom can crack?
I was not aware of your pessimism par excellence.
Well, I didn't invent the metaphor. It was used for the Japanese economy few years ago.
Ah, your creativity has been exhausted as well... It's true, we realize the value of something only when it is no longer in our possession. I'm afraid that's human nature. We take what we have for granted, and always desire more.
Once the aircraft loses contact with the tarmac, my longing for the place that I left behind starts.
That happens to me, too. It can be any place, almost any person and anything.
You're quite possessive.
I don't know whether "possessive" is the right word. But I do know that I always have a fear of losing and destroying something beautiful.
Do you get that feeling when you are in an art museum?
I do. I get worried that I may become deranged and smash the exhibited objects. As long as they are intact, I have to fight against the possibility of momentary lapse of sanity. I also know that once they are destroyed, I don't have to worry about it. What has kept me at bay is that I know too well that a strong sense of remorse would hit me immediately and torment me forever.
I'm afraid you are not unique in that sense.
How disappointing---I am not?
No, you belong to the category of people who are afraid of engaging in anything new for the fear of failing or losing.
I think my case is slightly different, because it concerns something that already exists. But okay, perhaps close enough, dread of destruction and failure. Baron de Montesquieu comes to mind... "C'est un malheur de n'être point aimée ; mais c'est un affront de ne l'être plus."
"It's sad not to be loved, but it's insulting to be no longer loved." You know, people say we become wiser as we age, but isn't it just that we learn so much about failure that we become excessively cautious, to the point that there is no room for failure?
We will be forever unhappy if we do not accept the status quo.
So far, you've said we have to accept the permanency of loss and also whatever the circumstances that you are in. If those are so-called wisdom of life and we live to learn such things, I don't know if life is worth much.
I agree. But don't worry, we all come to terms with life by rewriting histories. I already told you so some time ago.
Life is all about fooling yourself, then.
You have met people who manage to justify everything that happened in their lives, haven't you?
That's why I advise against vacationing on a long-haul cruise, especially if the point of departure is Miami.
Let me point out the counterforce to our tendency for justification. Everything looks better from afar, that is, things you cannot obtain, have lost, etc. are more alluring than what you have.
There could be a balance, you mean.
Rejoice, a happy ending to our discussion that started with your awful face!
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