If you worship money and things, if they
are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never
feel you have enough. It’s the
truth. Worship your body and beauty and
sexual allure and you will always feel ugly.
And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before
they finally grieve you. On one level,
we all know this stuff already. It’s
been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of
every great story. The whole trick is
keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.
Worship power, and you will end up feeling
weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to
your own fear. Worship your intellect,
being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the
verge of being found out. But the insidious
thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful, it’s
that they are unconscious. They are default
settings. They’re the kind of worship
you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective
about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware
that that’s what you’re doing.
But of course there are all different kinds
of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk
about in the great outside world of wanting and achieving… The really important
kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able
truly to care about other people and sacrifice for them over and over in myriad
petty, unsexy ways every day.
That is real freedom. That is being
educated, and understanding how to think.
The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race,
the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.
--David
Foster Wallace, This is Water
To read and/or listen
to David Foster Wallace’s complete (and brilliant) 2005 commencement speech at Kenyon College, and to understand the title and the image above, click here. You will not regret the time spent.
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