🇬🇧 Pieces for no puzzle - "But I don't want comfort."
“I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” (Aldous Huxley, Brave New World)
Why do we always rely on the comforting words that “everything will be alright”?
Why do we always think “this too shall pass” only when the situation is dire, and not when we are most happy, when it is equally true in both cases?
Why is achieving serenity such a grand goal to have, while fighting against misery and misfortune is problematic, even pitiful? They seem so similar and yet we view them as two opposing sides of a coin.
Carl Jung said “Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness”.