Better guilt than the terrible burden of freedom and responsibility.
Ernest BeckerRead
When you confuse personal love and cosmic heroism you are bound to fail in both spheres. The impossibility of the heroism undermines the love, even if it is real. This double failure is what produces the sense of utter despair that we see in modern man... Love, then, is seen a religious problem
Interpretation
Confusing personal love with grand heroic ideals can lead to failure in both areas.
Ernest Becker suggests that when individuals mix up the intimate nature of personal love with the lofty expectations of heroism, it ultimately devastates both their romantic relationships and their sense of purpose. The unrealistic pursuit of being a hero can distort genuine love, leading to despair and disillusionment in modern life, where both love and heroism become unattainable ideals.
In practice
In a discussion about the pressures of modern relationships.
Better guilt than the terrible burden of freedom and responsibility.
The artist takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it, he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art.
All power is in essence power to deny mortality.
If the love object is divine perfection, then one's own self is elevated by joining one's destiny to it... All our guilt, fear, and even our mortality itself can be purged in a perfect consummation with perfection itself.
Each society is a hero system which promises victory over evil and death.
We might say that psychoanalysis revealed to us the complex penalties of denying the truth of man's condition, what we might call the costs of pretending not to be mad.
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
I made you, dear, and all I make is perfect. Please come close, for I desire you.
What kind of world does one see when one experiences it from the point of view of two and not one? What is the world like when it is experienced, developed and lived from the point of view of difference and not identity? That is what I believe love to be.
That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3
I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?
I'm playing baseball because I love it, not because I need the money or attention. That is why I've been so dedicated. I've accomplished a lot of things no one ever thought I could, and I've done it from hard work.
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