The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Each generation has a heaviness and this one, as so many others before, is no different.

Those of privilege, the ones who have feasted on the world as it is, seem surprised for what has become of us. How could this be happening, they ask with greater and greater incredulity.

Some who know silence as well as their native tongue claim it is not their story, not their neighborhood, and not their people. The idioms of silence allow for excuses.

These sentiments remind me of the novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera.  I read this book twenty-seven years ago, and while the reviews speak to a love story, I felt it was more. For me, it was about the weight of the world and those who feel too deeply. The conceit is that the heaviness, for some, who are lucky enough to feel, is a freedom. Feeling nothing is unbearable.

Photo: Elsa Mora

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