
I have finally finished Italy and am moving on to India. Here are some parting thoughts from Elizabeth that I found interesting and would love your feedback on.
"But is it such bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then do it again the next day?...In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained down. And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real. To devote yourself to the creation and enjoyment of beauty, then, can be a serious business - not always necessarily a means of escaping reality, but sometimes a means of holding onto the real when everything else is flaking away...Still, I will say that the same thing which has helped generations of Sicilians hold their dignity has helped me begin to recover mine - namely, the idea that the appreciation of pleasure can be an anchor of one's humanity. I believe this is what Goethe meant by saying that you have to come to Sicily to understand Italy. And I suppose this is what I instinctively felt when I decided I needed to come here, to Italy, in order to understand myself. I came to Italy pinched and thin. I did not know yet what I deserved. I still maybe don't fully know what I deserve. But I do know that I have collected myself of late - through the enjoyment of harmless pleasures - into somebody much more intact. The easiest, most fundamental way to say it is that I have put on weight. I exist more now than I did four months ago. I will leave Italy noticeably bigger than when I arrived here. And I will leave with the hope that the expansion of one person - the magnification of one life - is indeed an act of worth in this world. Even if that life, just this one time, happens to be nobody's but my own."
Queries:
Was Elizabeth's four month pursuit of personal pleasure indulgent or selfish or escaping from reality?
How does appreciating pleasure anchor us to our humanity?
What do you deserve? How can you know?
How is your growing and expanding an act of worth?
Are there places you want to put on weight and become "noticeably bigger"?