𝗔 𝗱𝗲́𝗷𝗮 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁🤍.
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“Insignificance, my friend, is the essence of existence. It is all around us, and everywhere and always. It is present even when no one wants to see it: in horror, in bloody battles, in the worst disasters. It often takes courage to acknowledge it in such dramatic situations, and to call it by name. But it is not only a matter of acknowledging it, we must love insignificance, we must learn to love it.”
An overall 3 ⭐️.
More about the author✍🏻:
Of all the writing styles a reader gets to see, Kundera’s stands remarkable, here’s why:
* His twisted metaphors trigger plenty of philosophical questions, such as: existence-versus-oblivion, insignificance of things in absence of knowledge or perception,..etc.
* His characters are well-carved and legit realistic. They’re swept in human conflicts and imperfections. You cannot spot a 2D plastic fictional character in any of his works.
* He knows how to teleport a reader to the era and location of his work setting. The social and political events are pretty much put on the focal point of his works. If we get to pinpoint a distinction for Kundera’s literary voice, it’ll be the voice of a historian.
On the book📖:
Then comes the part where my expectations for The Festival of Insignificance got hit by a lorry..
First of all, the process of switching between the characters is highkey confusing. Second, the narrative swapping between what’s supposed to be a character’s thoughts/flashbacks/delusions, and the actual events is so bizzare, almost like Shakespearien Macbeth - but not in a good way. And third, as for me, I love open endings, but in this one, it’s done as if someone has stolen the last chapter *shrugging*..
So I’d say this book may be a light poetic piece with a deformed plot-spine.
Philosophy lovers / those seeking short reads.
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Why does 2021 sound like a post-apocalyptic sci-fi kind of Hollywood production?
Freedom is a loose kite in gentle wind floating with only its will for an anchor
Hozier’s voice was basically destined for painters’ ears.
Sometimes it creeps me out. How one pause, one detour, or one shift can make us end up in diff places, with diff people, or even diff mindsets in the long run. Like infinite routes and maps. All possible and simultaneous. Lying under each other like a multi-layered mille feuille.
An ecstatic human being is a polished mirror that cannot help reflecting.
My mom made me a painting apron with a pink heart-shaped pocket for my phone. And I shall count this as the loveliest surprise humanity can ever witness<33
I may not believe in doppelgängers, but I certainly believe in copycats.
It rained today in the middle of my yoga class, like heavily rained. And I can’t thank coincidences hard enough <33.
Prayers are promises too.
Why do people brag about having pervert or spoilt rather than geeky or nerdy friends? They don’t know what they’re missing. I mean you can start talking about food and end up talking about monism, apollo11, the Curies, or Cassandra’s curse. It’s so freaking beautiful.
When fall says howdy with its crispy hoodie-weather, PSL, 2X prettier sunsets, themed fragrances/candles and cider donuts, greet it with heartwarming bonfire picnics🍂🧡.
You believe the older you get the wiser you become. And you see how aging makes humans kinder and more compassionate. But it never happens to you that this first fact is the reason for the latter. A wise mind is cable of possessing a kind heart.
Yoga definitely repairs what homo sapiens destroy.
TBT the days when people’d say Alhamdulellah for wakin up with a problem effortlessly solved, for passing an exam they thought they wouldn’t, for finishin their daily prayers, for being reunited with their families safe n sound. But we’re all now chasin the “PERFECT LIFE” mirage.
Mental how chaos is an excellent shapeshifter. One moment desguised as a charming siren behind artistic gypsy patterns and african anthems, embraced. The next flipping into an unbearable monster of dissonance and bad timings, cursed. An embodiment of both grace and defect.
Gonna have a PhD in idiotically awkward replies with a degree of wrong timing.