Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Good Days Bad Days

 

“The beat of my heart has grown deeper, more active, and yet more peaceful, and it is as if I were all the time storing up inner riches…My [life] is one long sequence of inner miracles.” The young Dutchwoman Etty Hillesum wrote that in a Nazi transit camp in 1943, on her way to her death at Auschwitz two months later. Towards the end of his life, Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen,” though by then he had already lost his father when he was 7, his first wife when she was 20 and his first son, aged 5. In Japan, the late 18th-century poet Issa is celebrated for his delighted, almost child-like celebrations of the natural world. Issa saw four children die in infancy, his wife die in childbirth, and his own body partially paralyzed.

 

I’m not sure I knew the details of all these lives when I was 29, but I did begin to guess that happiness lies less in our circumstances than in what we make of them, in every sense. “There is nothing either good or bad,” I had heard in high school, from Hamlet, “but thinking makes it so.”

The Joy of Less - Happy Days Blog - NYTimes.com

Some days you think things could not get worse. When bad news seem to pop out of everywhere. And other days you feel things could not get any better. You are on top of the moon. I noticed that joy or sorrow come in bundles. When you are experiencing one or the other, it seems there is no end to it. It is good to remember that circumstances change for better or worse, but what really matters is what we make out of them.

1 comment:

Seth said...

Thanks for including Etty Hillesum. Sadly, she's very rarely read. Anyone interested in her work and life should check out Susan Stein's play "Etty" at www.ettyplay.org.