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freyatarotreadings8 · 11 months

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Amor fati is a Latin phrase that may be translated as "love of fate" or "love of one's fate". It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one's life, including suffering and loss, as good or, at the very least, necessary.

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thehumanfront · 1 year

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The Unbearable Lightness of Being is a novel written by Milan Kundera. The bowler hat is one of its motifs. (rolffimages via Adobe Stock)

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

If someone offered you a life that repeated itself infinitely, would you take it? Life as we know it is deprived of weight; for every event occurs only once. Thin and fleeting, the present is inscrutable. The future is shrouded by uncertainty. Friedrich Nietzsche, for one, favoured repetition: the beauty of necessity. A life of eternal recurrence? Divine!

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kunderais a story about the heavy and the light. The heavy signifies fate: the force of being ‘nailed to eternity’, of carrying the ultimate responsibility of our actions by seeing them repeat, their necessity, their reality, and their truth.

The light signifies the present: its weightlessness, ethereality, and the absence of burden.

Which is the correct approach to life: heavy or light? Nietzsche and Parmenides disagree on which is the positive pole.

According to Nietzsche’s eternal return, fate is to be loved. In it we face what is necessary and thereby see beauty. Amor fati!

Parmenides, by contrast, saw splendidness in constancy. He forbade change, let alone a perpetuity of things coming in and out of existence. Reality is unchanging; being cannot be dispelled, regathered, or repeated. Lightness is cherished.

The answer remains ambiguous to us all. Indeed, Kundera’s characters slew between both sides of the dilemma. Though one senses Kundera himself is drawn to the heavy.

Our experience of love (amongst many other things) exemplifies the opposition of heavy and light.

In love you attach yourself to The One: the person with whom you could spend eternity, over and over. Love is therefore heavy: undying and unable to be thinned by repetition. ‘En muss sein!’ Kundera cites Beethoven: ‘It must be so!’ Love is a necessary connection.

Yet, in imagining just one small change to the past, we meet an unbearable lightness. ‘Es könnte auch anders sein,’ writes Kundera: ‘It could just as well be otherwise’.

Life is full of such mysterious oppositions and ambiguities.

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themadknightuniverse · 1 year

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Love of Fate

Summary:

What happens when you are a cartel boss and you die in a lab in construction? What happens to your soul?

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries. Word count: 885 words, One Shot.

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When Lalo dies he laughs. The metallic taste fills his mouth as a gargling sound escapes his throat, warm blood pouring around his neck.

He laughs because he lost. He failed. He dies hidden in the shadows, somewhere he’ll never be found. And it's so pathetic. He wasn’t hoping to live for much longer, it was already exceptional to still be alive after so many years in the cartel. Yet, now that the moment has come, a foreign feeling is crawling under his skin. Fear. What happens to your soul when you die in a place like this?

His fear melts away as Death finally takes his last breath from him. His vision darken and the little he could see vanishes.

When he opens his eyes again, the fear strikes back into him like a lightning bolt, so powerful it shakes his body. Pain radiates from his throat again, excruciating, and his hand flies to it but the blood stopped flowing. He struggles to breathe, still lying on the ground. Everything is so dark around him. Is it what his existence will be from now on? Is it what happens to the souls who dies, put down by hatred, in the den of another wolf?

« Don’t fight it. »

Lalo stills. He blinks at the black expanse filling the space where the ceiling must be.

« The pain will disappear if you stop fighting it. »

Lalo conveys all his strength to turn his head to the side a little. Just enough to see the shape of a man standing not so far, his silhouette cut by the dusty ray of light. He can barely see him with the way his vision blurs, but there is no mistaking the softness of this voice.

« Don’t try to breathe. You don’t need to anymore. »

Ignacio steps closer, in his slow and cautious way. Soon enough he’s standing right beside Lalo, towering over him, and now Lalo can discern his face. A mask made of stone, as always. Only Ignacio's eyes shines with something alive, something incandescent. Lalo blinks, and a tear runs along his temple.

You think I forgot what you did? Lalo tries to say. But he can't speak.

"No."

Lalo looks at Ignacio, bewilderment painting his features.

"I can hear your thoughts." And you can hear mines.

Ignacio's voice resonate in his mind, so soft and close. It never felt this close, even when Ignacio's mouth whispered words in the shell of his ear, mind fogged by the bliss of their embrace. And in this moment, it calms him.

Lalo recovers his usual self-control. He stops his desperate attempts at breathing. It's weird not to breathe, yet he realizes Ignacio isn't lying. He doesn't need air anymore. Slowly, the shaking stops, the contractions of his body almost disappear. As he keeps his eyes in Ignacio's burning ones, the pain in his throat dissolves.

"Com' on, get up."

His body still jerks a little as he moves to sit, his hands unsteady on the dirt as he goes to his knees. Ignacio stays still beside him as he finally manages to stand, never helping him. Their eyes meet again, and everything is so silent. Yet it's not. Lalo can hear the little voice of Ignacio's mind muffled behind a curtain, his inner monologue unintelligible. Their private thoughts are still their own property, it seems.

Now that he is standing and the panic stopped, his focus is better. His eyes roam over Ignacio.

It's eerie to see Ignacio in a white shirt. The pattern of black dots and lines creating crosses, the material stained with dark red smears near the point where it opens over his chest. The absence of gold chains there is bizarre. Ignacio's skin is covered in a mix of dust and dried blood, his cheekbones and nose ridge dusted with a myriad of tiny red spots. On each sides of his head are two bigger wounds. Dark lines of dried blood run along the side of his face and down his neck.

Lalo tries to speak again, but no sound comes out. His hand flies to where he knows the bullet wound lies. Even with the pain gone, his voice is still lost.

But he doesn't need to ask. Because deep down he already knows. He knew since he first heard his voice down here. He knew since he woke up in this after life.

Because he knows everything, he realizes. He sees it all in Ignacio's memories. All the lies, all the manipulation, all the hesitations, all the regrets, all the fondness, all the love. And it shines so bright, like a fire, alluring yet screaming danger. Fire always made Lalo's mind go into a peaceful place.

It makes the rising anger fade as quickly as it materialized. Because it doesn't make sense anymore. Because they are in a reality where they are immortal beings. Because they have each other. Because it's only the two of them left here. Because they are soulmates.

Ever so slowly, Ignacio's fingers barely touch his hand covered in blood, still around his throat. Lalo's fingers twitch, a last tremor from his awakening, and he releases his grip. Their hands find each other, fingers squeezing, caressing softly.

Lalo smiles. And Ignacio smiles back.

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treagenphoto · 2 years

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freewayhaunt · 2 years

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"My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it—all idealism is mendacity in the face of what is necessary—but love it." - Nietzsche

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andy-dandy · 4 months

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love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #pjo series #i love his faceoff against mr d #'the FATE of the WORLD is at stake!'#'ok AND?'#percy is TRYING to refuse the call but the call KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES (and kidnapped his mom)#'i'm the son of SALLY JACKSON' what an icon

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malinaa · 5 months

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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing