Figured out yesterday’s aphorism that I couldn’t get a satisfying break-down of, so that’ll be one of the two today (it’s the Taleb one).
The most depressing aspect of the lives of the couples you watch surreptitiously arguing in restaurants is that they are almost always unaware of the true subject of argument.Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Bed of Procrustes (Amazon affiliate link)
I’m not really in a significant relationship, so I’m not going to cover the relationship aspect of this so much as a simple truth here:
You don’t necessarily know what you’re looking at until you put it into words, and even then you might have done it wrong.
I think that a lot of arguments arise from what goes unsaid on purpose, and what goes unsaid on accident, and this aphorism deals with the latter.
You need to have a good identification with a life of meaning to really notice when things have gone astray.
Today was my last regular day as a classroom teacher for the foreseeable future. I’m doing some freelance writing in the immediate future and then I’ll be getting back to school to complete a master’s or maybe a doctorate program.
And, to be honest, it’s painful to say goodbye. It’s been an emotionally draining week for a variety of reasons, and teaching is just emotionally draining in general, but the fact remains that it’s still something that brings a lot of meaning to my life.
I wouldn’t say that I regret leaving; this is the perfect time to make a move for me, since I still retain almost no financial obligations except to myself.
However, it’s certainly not easy. Most of the kids were pretty sad to see me go, even more so than I expected (to be honest, since almost none of them were going to have me next year unless something changed in my position, I didn’t expect quite so much of a response).
I’ve probably had something like two hundred and fifty or three hundred students in the past couple years, and it’s sort of crazy to think about not seeing most of them after next week.
But, of course, such is the nature of things. If there is any lesson I’ve learned at a dear cost this past week, it’s that you can’t always anticipate change, so the best you can do is accept it.
Find the hidden and secret things that have a tendency to sneak up on my life.
Never forget how meaningful the teaching experience has been in my life, even if more lucrative opportunities come along later.
Value authenticity, pierce the veil of easy explanations.
A book calls for pen, ink, and a writing desk; today the rules is that pen, ink, and a writing desk call for a book.Friedrich Nietzsche, quoted in the Viking Book of Aphorisms
This is another aphorism that begs context. I think that it’s referring to the way in which we interact with books, namely comparing the act of reading and reflecting on things.
Nietzsche is often very concerned about the advent of modernity, and I think that part of this is the transition from having eyes on the past to focusing on the future.
Part of the old tradition is to go into texts as an end to itself. The contemplation on and analysis of the old masters is got necessarily lower than striving for personal mastery.
This is a lot of what Montaigne does in his essays, but while Montaigne may be “the first modern” in his philosophy and interests, he is also distinctly classical in his methods.
Now the fashion is to create and change, to pursue power before wisdom and influence before virtue.
I am beginning to write a book. I may not finish it, since I may find it unfit, but I am perhaps falling into what Nietzsche is warning about here.
However, I think that I’m not all bad.
Obvious self service aside, I feel blessed to have an inquisitive mind. I enjoy digging deep into everything, and I am reaching a point soon where I can pursue self perfection as a primary goal.
Don’t waste my current shot at self improvement.
Learn from others.
Make sure that nothing I do stems from mere desire to do but rather from purpose.