I’m reading The Inheritance of Loss, the 2006 Man Booker Prize receiver, by Kiran Desai, and I was almost shocked by the phrase below.
After the initial excitement was over, it often became obvious that the love was gone; for affection was only a habit after all, and people, they forgot, or they became accustomed to its absence.
It was a coincidence, but it’s more than true, and that was not the only truth revealed in that book. The quote refers to the reunion with your family or friends after a long absence. It is shocking that none of them, family member or friends will accept and be truthful to the fact that they actually don’t care as much as they pretend. You know what happens after the first excitement? They start to think that as long as you don’t have the meanings to pecuniary improve their lives, as in “you haven’t won the lottery” and maybe it’s their affection you found scarce, it would have been better if you have stayed away. Ideas don’t matter, experience don’t matter, they have plenty of them all at over 70 or 40.
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The book is perfectly written, it is spiced with things you know if you know, it’s hard to explain. One can write another book only to explain what I’ve just said.
A lot can happen in ten – fifteen years, but doesn’t matter they haven’t moved at all during this time, they always know better than you. Your worlds are different. You don’t have the right to point that to them and you don’t have the right to avoid them. You are the ingrate who has left them for ten of fifteen years. You have had no reason, or your reasons don’t matter. They are pointless because they wouldn’t understand them.
When you feel your soul crashed, and your world as you knew is fucked up, and when you reach around to the people you consider family and friends and they erect walls between you and them, you just want to die; you go wherever you see with your eyes. You are lucky if you are somehow turned off from this action, by some thing or by someone else. You are lucky if you eventually realize the cowardice of such a gesture.
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It is hard when people don’t understand that you are not the same anymore. You can’t justify yourself and be approved. It is hard for you when there were people who suffered and passed away in your absence. How can you explain anything to them? It is harder when you can’t explain your absence to the only human being alive, who really suffered after he realized that you, the important one, you were not there when you were needed.
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