C'est La Vie

This is a collaboration with my friend, the lovely and superbly talented VALERIE JONES ( http://www.writerscafe.org/writers/Valerie%20Jones/). This is an argument we never had in real life but this is how it would go if we ever did.

 

Him

 

Life is not a fortuitous plain. It is a struggle for sanity. In land where sanity always equals to money, poor people never feel like they’re living. What did I ever do deserve the feeling of stinging nettles instead of marigolds. You sit there, smiling into your glass, telling me that maybe is "x" is just "y", even though I swear to God that it's "z". I understand beauty but not what you're telling me Beautiful.

 

She

 

It seems to me you are relating a fructiferous life, to a life of wealth. You compare sanity to money because of the capitalist ways that govern our world today. Yet, I firmly believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. Every human being wants this instead of suffering, regardless of their social position, education or religious system of beliefs. What is important is to discover what will bring about the greatest degree of happiness. Is it truly just money? Or is there more to it? If you understand beauty, then you must know that money is unable to achieve this.

 

Him

 

I would say that money buys beauty on a daily basis. The level of which simply depends on how urban you want to be. I am stammered by way urban folk flock to the park while the rural hicks just are content with what God gave them.   That is, if you discount the certain amount of trees and nature that was cleared so they could have their country life. Money, all of it. But you're right; the purpose of life is to be happy. That is not the question. The question is the method and means. Religion? God doesn't make me happy.   In fact, he tends to be what I blame for my grief. Education? The smarter I get the more I realize how hard it is to achieve that perfect sense of oblivion. A place where my level of happiness isn't a concern.   Where my life is no longer a concern, it is just a path to my next generation. Social Position? What are we Hindu? I don't care about my social standing just my social security. It seems that in today's world, we can't even live for that.

She

 

What is then your concept of beauty, if you believe that it can be bought with money? Can you buy the chirping of the birds in the morning? I believe your statement of “understanding beauty” might be a little overshadowed by the commonalities of habit and routine. I see no sense in your concept of urban and hick, since it is all a matter of personal choice for each to live their life as they find fulfilling to who they are meant to be.

You express that your concern lies in the method and means to achieve happiness. Are not those, the individual paths that everyone must follow in finding what makes them happy? You refer to some of the points I mentioned as means. I did not propose them as such; they are part of the elements people build upon in their individual search. Yet I sense deep grief in your way of referring to such elements. Religion and education are no more than sources of information from which to draw your own conclusions about the world that surrounds you. Without opening ourselves to enriching experiences, as can be those or many others, the focus of our mind narrows. When this happens, uncomfortable things can appear huge and bring you fear anddiscomfort and a sense of feeling overwhelmed by misery.

 

Narration

 

The point of this ladies and gentlemen is that life and beauty are not definitive. There is no “way” to look at it. There are only theories and opinions; thoughts and frustrations. That is how it is. That is life. Ces’t La Vie.

 

 

Author's Note

This is still fiction (somewhat)...I am not a total d-bag. Ok *hugs*