Posted: Oct 17, 1858 4:07 PM
Life has many opportunities, I’ve noticed. I myself have indulged in much of what the ordinary man has access to: the best literature, art, and culture of the century. Life has given me some wonderful experiences, as it has for those who I am closest with too. I could not imagine a life without the terrible romances I have witnessed, the beautiful sonatas I have listened to, and the amazing literature that I have splurged upon. But instead on reaping the benefits the world has to offer, the common man is stuck in a continuous cycle. They dawdle, waiting for the interesting to come to them. They try hard to be ernest and swarm themselves with work, selling their lives away. What quality of existence is that? Is it even living? The most important reason of our existence is to experience. I often hear what the corrupt men on the streets mention. They mention how the worst way to live out one’s days is to waste it over art. What an honour it would be to ruin one’s life over something as beautiful as poetry! These men are committed to their profession, but these men lose their touch on what really matters in life. The world today is quite brutal. Ugliness reigns supreme. Which makes the beauties in life even more other worldly as they are uncommon to this world. Pleasure used to mean taking a evening for yourself. But I believe that the standards of what enjoying life are more than that, art especially, represents a higher realization of what is is possible, and thus is a higher pleasure in of itself. Venture out and explore the most horrible of all romances, indulge in the best art of the era, and only attend the best events to your interest. Beauty acts as a beacon for all to revere and strive to reach. If you surround yourself with the beautiful, then you shall never feel the cold of reality.