we should've invited Camus

This seems like a good excuse to have a post with my number one favorite philosopher, right?

Ah.. Here goes the same old story.

I guess it's no wonder that Shakespeare can write Much Ado about Nothing, or André Aciman with Call Me by Your Name, or, heck, even The National came with the song About Today.

That thing we call love, is so universal to everyone yet immense still. It is everywhere and grand. It has everyone relates to it, even to its both extremes. To have one word explains so many different emotions in so many human beings, Harari must be proud of this imagined-reality that we have constructed.

But to be honest, I never quite find someone explains it the way Camus did.

Camus once said, in my personal favorite 'The Myth of Sisyphus', that,

"There is no noble love, but that which recognizes itself to be both short-lived and exceptional."

I mean.. What a brave human being. It's like acknowledging death in the eye. Yet, be completely ok with it - even to the extent calling it noble. Translating it to our language it's like saying, yeah it will not last forever and it rocks my world still, so what?

My initial thought was just, this is Camus being Camus.

However, now that I am experiencing it, I can't help to recall that that sentence and it struck me differently. It got me thinking..

Guess we could've ended it better. Maybe with glasses of good red wine, a book, a quite place that allows us to converse. We could start by talking about the usual - those that ignites what's inside our minds. I'd been waiting to talk to you about this other side of Kierkegaard that I found fascinating. I wouldn't know what you'd say but I must certainly enjoy it as much. We wouldn't deny that this serve as the end because both of us know it's only a matter of time. Maybe we could've told each other how we would move forward with our own lives, after this.

Like Camus said, it's noble. And like we both know, everything has an end. Instead of running away from it, maybe we should've approached it better, with caring conversation and encouragement that we share, don't you think? In the back of our minds, we had always known that it was exceptional (to say the least) and short-lived, yet we failed to recognize it for the way it was.

It's never a pleasant experience, a goodbye, especially to something so extraordinary. But, like everything else that we know coming our way, we should just embrace it.

Or, or maybe,

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

Nah, that was a tease.