There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn - or worse, indifference - cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.
But there's the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning - the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life - a man must reinhabit his past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them.
[The opening lines of Jed Rubenfeld's The interpretation of murder]
8 comments:
Nice....
lovely lines...
n murder..i hafta read this one..am good at planning foolproof murders..agatha christie bahut padi hai..:P
Wow! What a wonderful way to begin a dreary monday morning!
@Vivek
Yes sir, novel pan mast ahe.. Freudian theories n all..
@Zaru
They are.. Good novel, read it.. and thou shalt not only plan, but implement.. :p
@Rakesh
;-)
@mohsin..
luk whos talking..:P
n book to tumse hi loongi..come wat may...:)
luk who's talking kya.. I am always talking.. kabhi mai shant hua to 'look who's quiet' accha rahega :p
waise tumko book dene ke bare me sochna padega, cuz i know wo kiske khilaf use honewali hai..:p
OMG! I never believed anyone else would read the book. The opening lines are what made me buy it. The book didnt deliver, but it was interesting.
hehe..
spoiler alert likhna tha na.. :p
jitni padhi acchi lagi muze..
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