“Don’t we all deal with life the way we do our military service? Doing what we can, while we wait either to be demobbed or do battle?” The Elegance of The Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery, page 86.
I was rereading The Elegance of The Hedgehog, and I started becoming extremely irritated by one of the narrators, a young pre-teen by the name of Paloma. Here is a girl who says these abstract things in an attempt to sound grown-up and profound, when she has never lived, really lived, at all.
And then it hit me. Perhaps the reason why I was so annoyed at Paloma is that she reminds me of myself when I was her age. I had never really lived either; hell, I still haven’t truly experienced the vicissitudes of life, but at least now I don’t come up with these depressing thoughts about how life is meaningless, and we are all just cogs in one giant, deadly machine.
What about you? Have you ever written something you believed was truly profound and then revisited it to find that it’s complete B.S?
By the way, for anyone who hasn’t yet read The Elegance of The Hedgehog by Muriel Barbary, I strongly encourage you to. It is one of the few books that can make me cry and smile at the same time, even if one of the main narrators starts off as a pre-teen brat.