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“What’s Wrong With Dying?”

Posted February 9th, 2017 by Lesley Hazleton

“But what’s wrong with dying?” I asked a fan of the ‘end-to-ageing’ movement.  And the question led to this TEDxSeattle talk, where I explore what it’d really be like to live forever.  I swear it’s the last TED talk I’ll do (too hard on both time and the nerves), but it’s probably the most fun one (the audience laughing so much I began laughing along with them, which is a strict TED no-no).

And now, time to knuckle down and find out if I can write the new book I’m thinking of writing and truly don’t know if I can write, which is why I’m not talking about it yet…

 

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At The Recording Studio

Posted January 15th, 2016 by Lesley Hazleton

Many strange things happened this week, but this was one of the strangest.

I was in the middle of a two-day recording session for Agnostic: A Spirited Manifesto, experiencing the delight of reading my own work for the audio-book. Standing alone in a padded room, just me and the microphone a few inches from my mouth, I moved my arms – indeed my whole body — as I spoke, as though I could reach through the mike and draw the listener in.

At home, though, the resident feline was fading fast: Dashi, fourteen years old, a silver-grey tabby with blue eyes, a wide range of vocalization, and a personality ranging from ornery to enchanting. Early in the morning of the second day of recording, I realized there was no longer any doubt about what I had to do. Tears streaming, I called the vet, wrapped the cat in her favorite fleece blanket, and took her in.  She died cradled in my arms, barely thirty seconds after the final injection. It was hard, and awful, and yet right. She had a great life with me, and I saw her out of it as best I could. That, in itself, was a privilege.

“I should cancel the recording session,” I thought, but something in me said not to – that it would be good to lose myself for a few hours in total focus. By midday, I was back in the studio. “You are absolutely rocking it,” said the director, to whom I’d said nothing of what had happened. Then, with only the last chapter still to go (on what we mean what we talk about soul), I called a cigarette break and headed toward the door.

A man was leaving in front of me, and as he went through the door he kind of half-sang a “bye-bye” to everyone there. Something in me picked up on the lilt of it, and without even thinking, I began to sing “Bye Bye Blackbird.”

Here’s where I should say that I can’t sing. I mean, I’m no good at carrying a tune. I once took jazz lessons to try and deal with this, but enthusiasm without talent can only take you so far.

As I went out that door, however, I was singing perfectly. I could hear it: every note crystalline and pure. And I went on singing, my voice carrying through the rain on Seattle’s Fourth Avenue, the cigarette dangling unsmoked in my fingers as I let the song rise up into the grey sky, thinking all the while of Dashi.

And I knew as I sang that I’d never sing that beautifully again.

Dashi by Susie

 

(“Pack up all my care and woe, Here I go swingin’ low,  Bye bye blackbird / Where somebody waits for me,  Sugar’s sweet, so is she, Bye bye blackbird /No one here can love or understand me, Oh, what hard luck stories, they all hand me / Make my bed and light the light, I’ll be home late tonight, Blackbird bye bye.”)

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  1. Divya Debra Barter says:
    January 15, 2016 at 11:41 am

    Thank you for this beautiful story. I think I also will be able to walk on air when my “Dashi” leaves this world. Bye bye. Divya

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  2. Lerlen says:
    January 15, 2016 at 2:04 pm

    A beautiful story. I’m glad you could find solace in your work. Sorry for the loss of your cat

  3. dggraham says:
    January 15, 2016 at 2:07 pm

    What a wonderful tribute for a dear friend.

    Would that we could all be as fortunate.

  4. De Lise Frampton Hartzell says:
    January 15, 2016 at 2:39 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss. Every time I lose an animal, gratitude is mixed with profound sorrow. Sending you lots of love.

    Ps-love Bye Bye Blackbird!

  5. Gustav Hellthaler JR says:
    January 15, 2016 at 2:41 pm

    Sorry for your loss, I know how it feels. I lost my favorite hiking companion the same way last year. Gus

  6. Robin says:
    January 15, 2016 at 5:39 pm

    Uniquely Lovely ~ Thanks for sharing such an intimate and sanguine experience, Lesley.
    Your spirit and Dashi’s soared, awhile, entwined ~

  7. Anne says:
    January 15, 2016 at 6:52 pm

    Whether the loss is cat, dog, horse, another critter, (or even some humans), it is terrible, so sad, and yet so beautiful. Sorry for the loss of your friend.

  8. lynnrosengiordano says:
    January 15, 2016 at 10:34 pm

    So sweet, so sweet. I remember Dashi well. Always will be with you, no question.

  9. Guy de la Rupelle says:
    January 16, 2016 at 12:15 am

    So beautiful. Thank you for sharing what must have been very private moments….and feelings.

  10. Sableyes says:
    January 16, 2016 at 2:44 am

    Hugs.

  11. Aterah says:
    January 16, 2016 at 5:24 am

    Sorry for your loss. Sounds like you had a real bond. And that’s a beautiful pic of Dashi. May her little soul rest in peace.

  12. Robert Ketterman says:
    January 16, 2016 at 10:51 am

    Sorry for your loss…releasing a loved pet companion is so very difficult. But Dashi gave you the voice to sing as a thank you for the Life well-lived! Namaste, Amen!

  13. Tea-mahm says:
    January 17, 2016 at 10:25 pm

    How very sad and beautiful, Lesley. From Annemarie Schimmel: remembering the Prophet’s fondness for cats, one Turkish saying is, “One who loves cats has strong faith.” Given your recent book, that has me smiling! Save questioning for religion and non-furry things like that… love and faith— for Dashi. Tamam

  14. Angel says:
    January 18, 2016 at 4:35 pm

    Big tears and so much love.

  15. Charlotte Heckscher says:
    January 19, 2016 at 6:02 am

    Beautiful and so moving. xx

  16. chakaoc says:
    January 19, 2016 at 11:30 pm

    Lesley – sorry to hear about Dashi…hail the seen and unseen companions in our lives.
    Casey

  17. Lesley Hazleton says:
    January 27, 2016 at 2:51 pm

    Thank you all so much. Am still surprised by how deeply embedded she was in my life. She lived well, and I miss her well. — L.

  18. Faruque says:
    February 3, 2016 at 6:16 pm

    Please try and stop smoking… I just started reading and hearing your stuff…we need more of you in this world…

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      February 3, 2016 at 7:06 pm

      Too late, Faruque! I’ve given myself permission to stop trying to stop!

  19. Faruque says:
    February 5, 2016 at 9:05 am

    Sorry, I correct myself, her name was Maria or Mariyah. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_al-Qibtiyya.
    The reason I think it is of relevance is that this would contradict the assertion that he became impotent later in life, and hence no children with his wives after Khadija.

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      February 5, 2016 at 10:19 am

      Re Maria and Ibrahim, may I suggest reading more than a sample chapter?!

  20. Lesley Hazleton says:
    February 5, 2016 at 10:18 am

    Right: youngest daughter.

    • Faruque says:
      February 6, 2016 at 9:34 am

      Hi Lesley, I realise this is not the place, but just for closure, as well as the way this thread started on why we still need more of you in this world, thanks for mentioning Mariya on page 10 of ‘After the Prophet..’ (not included in the ‘sample’ Amazon book).

      As you report, it isn’t clear if this story is true. But there is a story I read somewhere about how he just reached and held the 17 month old Ibrahim in his arms, and as he died, he let out a cry and a prayer that witnesses said could ‘render the heavens’ with tears. I don’t know if this could qualify as one of those ‘moments’ you look for in a story, which is so unbelievable that it’s probably true.

      Please keep writing and exploring the way you do. We will always need truth seekers in this world!

      best
      Faruque

  21. Faruque says:
    February 5, 2016 at 10:24 am

    Oh, and I did not mean you asserted his impotency, but many Sunni authors did apparently do so over time, …

Nagelisms

Posted September 3rd, 2014 by Lesley Hazleton

For your enjoyment, a few quotes from Thomas Nagel, the philosopher of consciousness who famously asked “What’s it like to be a bat?”  (His answer:  we’ll never know.)

To my mind (as it were), Nagel is one of the most readable philosophers out there.

These are all from “The View From Nowhere.”

On death:

         — “I believe there is little to be said for it.”

         — “Each of us has been around for as long as he can remember. It seems like the natural condition of things.”

On truth:

 — “If truth is our aim, we must be resigned to achieving it to a very limited extent, and without certainty.”

— “If you want the truth rather than merely something to say, you will have a good deal less to say.”

 On being human:

— “The human race has a strong disposition to adore itself, in spite of its record.”

— “Our constitutional self-absorption together with our capacity to recognize its excessiveness make us irreducibly absurd.”

 On philosophy:

   — “Philosophy is after eternal and non-local truth, even though we know that’s not what we’re going to get.”

   — “Philosophy is the childhood of the intellect, and a culture that tries to skip it will never grow up.”

And this:

— “I would rather live an absurd life engaged in the particular than a seamless transcendental life immersed in the universal.”

 

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  1. juliakgruwell says:
    September 3, 2014 at 12:13 pm

    Thank you, Leslie!

  2. juliakgruwell says:
    September 3, 2014 at 12:13 pm

    Sorry about the misspelling, Lesley!

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      September 3, 2014 at 1:09 pm

      Happens awl the time!

  3. willow1 says:
    September 3, 2014 at 1:53 pm

    A lot like Ambrose Bierce. But a little less toothy.

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      September 4, 2014 at 9:08 am

      Ah, but what you sacrifice in bite you gain in depth!

  4. Omer says:
    September 16, 2014 at 2:21 pm

    Leslie,

    Did you read Nagel’s book on Mind and Cosmos: Why the NeoDarwinian Materialist Conception of Nature is Almost Certainly False?

    Please check out this excellent review by Alvin Platinga

    http://www.newrepublic.com/article/books-and-arts/magazine/110189/why-darwinist-materialism-wrong

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      September 16, 2014 at 4:03 pm

      I did read Mind and Cosmos, but found it disappointing, especially for Nagel. Very anthropocentric, and oddly reliant on personal intuition rather than real thought. Nagel sets high store by his intuition, but as another reviewer commented in the New York Review of Books, “does anyone find it intuitive that we’re hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour?” http://www.nybooks.com/articles/archives/2013/feb/07/awaiting-new-darwin/

  5. Omer says:
    September 24, 2014 at 1:03 am

    Leslie,

    Thanks for your reply. I checked the link you sent.

    Please check out the following for an engaging series on “Nagel and his critics.”

    http://edwardfeser.blogspot.com/2013/03/nagel-and-his-critics-part-vii.html

    I think Edward Feser is an excellent philosopher on many issues.

  6. Omer says:
    September 24, 2014 at 1:19 am

    Lesley,

    With regards to your disappointment Mind and Cosmos on with regard to intuition and anthropomorphism,

    please also check this the following.

    I think this very brief blog post correctly exposes couple errors of reasoning in the NYTimes review you linked.

    http://lifesprivatebook.blogspot.com/2013/03/h-allen-orr-kant-and-nagel.html

Clear-Eyed On Happiness

Posted July 12th, 2013 by Lesley Hazleton

It’s rare that a commencement address makes news.  This annual speech given by one notable or another to the graduating class of an American college or high school is usually in the blandly uplifting vein (you-young-people-are-a-whole-new-future, our-hopes-are-in-you, as-you-go-out-into-this-great-wide-world blah blah blah).   Students fidget and check their phones, parents nod and beam proudly, and everyone comes away satisfied that a ritual has been duly observed.  So when Roosevelt High School in Seattle asked writer David Guterson to give their commencement speech this past June, they apparently expected more of the same.

They didn’t get it.

snow-cedarsWhat they got was what anyone who has read Guterson would hope for.  His best-known novel is probably his first, Snow Falling on Cedars, but my favorites are Our Lady Of The Forest and The Other.  These are all hauntingly beautiful and deeply serious works of art, books that go deep into the terms on which we exist both on this earth and in this society.

The terms of our existence?  In a commencement speech?  A call to engage honestly and fiercely with the whole question of happiness?  And with the reality of — gasp! — death?  Some parents heckled and booed, and tried to cut the speech short.  Later, they complained that it was “gloomy” and “negative.”  Too real, it seems.

Interestingly — and far more to the point — students did not heckle or boo.  They listened.  Many with gratitude.  Because here was someone actually talking directly to them, to where they were at.  Knute Berger, the editor of Crosscut, thought the same, posting a “defense of David Guterson.”  But read the speech for yourself, and see what you think:

Thank you.  And thank you to the organizers of this event for giving me the opportunity to speak.  I don’t take it lightly.  Life’s short, and we don’t often have the chance to share what we think and feel is most important.  This, for me, is exactly that chance, and I don’t want to waste it by talking to you casually.  Right now, I have 15 minutes, and after that I will leave this podium, and it might be the case that never again will I have the microphone at a ceremony like this one, where it’s perfectly acceptable for me to offer up my take on things–where it’s even expected that I’ll offer my take on things.  That take on things, most of the time, remains private, which is how it should be.  You have your own–everyone here has their own vision of life.  But right now I’ve been invited to share mine, and I’d like to do that with everyone here–not just with the graduating seniors but with their parents and siblings, their friends and relatives, their teachers, the administrators on hand tonight, to anyone in reach who cares to listen.

And what I want to talk about, as specifically and straightforwardly as possible, is happiness–happiness as something elusive on the one hand, and central to our concerns as human beings on the other.  At every moment of our waking lives, we’re either in pursuit of happiness or enjoying its presence.  When we feel unhappy, we want to change that, and when we feel happy, we want that to continue.  At this very moment you are somewhere on the spectrum of happiness and unhappiness.  If you are bored or uncomfortable, if your unhappiness takes those forms, you want things to change in the direction of less boredom and more comfort–in other words, in the direction of more happiness.  If you’re enjoying this moment and finding it entirely pleasant, you don’t need things to change.  Life, quite relentlessly, is of this nature, and all of us pass it, from moment to moment, either addressing our unhappiness or enjoying our happiness.  All of us get considerable amounts of both, no matter what we do, but some people get more of one or the other, and I submit to you that you yourself have much to say about the amount of each in your life.  In fact, no one, and nothing, has more to say about it than you.

I have an absolutely clear memory of being 18 and graduating from Roosevelt High School.  I remember that many things made me feel happy, and that I pursued those things with vigor, but I also remember that I dreaded adulthood, and even more, old age and death, and that no matter what I was doing, no matter how good were the good times, somewhere at the bottom–underneath the music and the friends, the late nights and the fun–somewhere at the bottom there was always an awareness that this wasn’t going to last forever, and that I would have to get old like everyone else, which might not be so fun, and that one day, I would die, which wouldn’t be fun, either.  Sometimes I would go for long periods without thinking about this, but then it would come to me again, the reality of my aging and death, an awareness of this while I was having so much fun, and the way I dealt with it was by telling myself that old age and death were way off in the future, that I had a lot of time, that I would deal with it later.  Or I denied it.  I told myself that, somehow, my own aging and death weren’t possible.  I remember thinking, in 1974, that the year 2016, when I would turn 60, would somehow never come, that it just couldn’t happen, something would change before that date, and yet now it’s just 3 years away.

Is all of this familiar?  Or was I just an inordinately morbid 18 year old?  I think the literature I taught when I was a high school English teacher is pretty clear on this, because distress about mortality is there, pervasively, in the poems, plays, novels, and stories human beings have produced–they tell us in no uncertain terms that death is a big problem for a lot of us, and that the reality of our own death makes it very, very hard for us to feel 100% happy 100% of the time, which is how we would like to feel, and how we wish life was.  In fact, we’re bothered by the fact that this universe we didn’t invent or choose to live in has to be like this.  Why couldn’t it be otherwise?  Why isn’t reality better than it is?  If there’s a God, how come He or She includes death in His or Her Creation–not to mention suffering and pain, and suffering and pain of such intensity and persistence that it seems impossible that there is indeed a Creator who is all powerful and all good?  Because if the Creator of the universe is all powerful and all good, why do bad things not just happen but happen to everybody?  And why is it that the ultimate bad thing, our annihilation as individuals, also happens to everybody?  What kind of a God creates such a reality?  Not one who is all powerful and all good, as far as we, in our limited, human way, construe those terms.  Which turns a lot of us into unbelievers, quite naturally.  But then what?  Now what?  We find ourselves afraid of the universe, because it is either the work of a God who seems inexplicable at best and malicious at worst or a place completely indifferent to us, when all we want, as I said before, is to be happy.  Why does that have to be so complicated, this happiness we seek?  Why does the universe seem to be a place where happiness isn’t possible?  We don’t have answers.  And so, from day to day we just stumble on through life, aware that it is, in its very nature, unsatisfactory, and experiencing, privately, a sense of dissatisfaction with it, and mostly at a loss regarding what to do about it.  In this profoundly confused way, our lives pass, and then they end.

If you are troubled by all of this, and would rather not be asked to think about it right now, well, welcome to the human race.  On the other hand, be glad, because if you’re troubled right now, than at least at this moment you’re no longer kidding yourself.  For just this moment you aren’t saying to yourself, “I’ll deal with it later; right now, things are good.”  Instead of kidding yourself that way, you’re looking directly at the central problem life presents, which can’t be addressed as long as you’re fleeing from it.  So if you’re distressed right now by all of this talk about death and God and the universe, be glad that you’re able to feel this distress, because without it, you’d have no hope for happiness.  Your distress, your dissatisfaction, is the starting place, and the earlier you acknowledge and accept it, the better.  In fact, this early start is critical, because if you wait, you will only continue on the path of deepening your strategies of avoidance, and that will make it harder.  So start now, if you are 18 or 80.  Start today.

What do I mean by strategies of avoidance?  That’s a plural–strategies of avoidance–so let me start by describing just one, a common one in our place and time.  This strategy hinges on willful distraction.  We wake up, remember who we are, remember where we are, recall that life is not entirely satisfactory, and then we turn on our various hand-held devices to see what is going on in the world and who is communicating with us, and when those plentiful sources of distraction are temporarily exhausted we listen to music, and when the music doesn’t entirely satisfy we play a game on our hand-held devices while listening to different music, or we read while we eat, or while going to the bathroom, or while riding on the bus, and again we have the sensation that something is wrong, that things are not entirely satisfactory, we lack 100% happiness, and so we text somebody, or look at pictures of people on Facebook, or remember that there is something we would like to buy that could use a little research, and then, when the bus stops, a person sexually attractive to us gets on and sits down, and we look up and distract ourselves from the basic problem of life by admiring them for a while, some of us getting carried away with all kinds of thoughts about that person that have nothing to do with who they are in actuality, and after a while that fades, too, and we go on to the next thing, which might be, before we look down again at the screen of our hand-held device, a visual sweep across the landscape of our fellow bus riders while indulging in a stream of critical thoughts about them, that the person there is ugly, or that the person there is obviously an idiot because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t wear what he is wearing or carry the kind of backpack he is carrying, at which point the bus is passed in the adjacent lane by a car and you turn your attention to that, you peer out the window into the car because there are 4 fellow students in it on their way to school and one of them is somebody you don’t like very much, a cheater and a jerk, and then it’s time to look at your hand-held device again, and now an hour has passed since you woke up and only once or twice, in small, unasked for lulls, were you undistracted enough to know what you were actually doing or thinking and to exercise some control over it.  For years and years you’ve done this until it has become, simply, the way your brain works.  The neural pathways of judgment and impatience and boredom and dissatisfaction have become deep grooves, until this manner of experiencing the world and life seems to be the only possible way.  But it is, in fact, not the only way.  It is instead something you have learned to do, something that with time has become so familiar to you that you may be as unaware of it as you are of your own breathing.

Many of you, young and old, are recreational marijuana users.  But regarding you graduates: statistics show that about half of people your age use marijuana more than 100 times per year.  In our part of the United States the rate is even higher, and in schools like Roosevelt, with a large upper middle class demographic, the rate is higher still.  I say this because I think recreational marijuana use is related to the point I’m making.  You become dissatisfied with the ordinary, common, familiar, and normal processes of your own mind and use marijuana in order to get away from them.  You smoke, and after that your mind works differently, and it is like a respite or vacation from your ordinary mind, an interlude in which you experience the world and life and your own mind in a more satisfying way.  But then, eventually, the trip is over, and you come back to your ordinary way of thinking and to the normal world, which is so boring and unsatisfactory that you feel an urge to get high again, all the while knowing that this marijuana smoking is a crutch, a little vacation or a holiday, but not really the answer to the problem of life–really, in the end, just another distraction.  Some people do this with alcohol, or by taking literal vacations to places like Hawaii or Mexico, or by combining all 3, marijuana, alcohol, and a sunny beach, or by engaging in recreational activities like skiing or kayaking–all of it with a view toward experiencing life in a way more satisfying than it normally feels, and all of it undertaken with the sinking feeling that even these activities don’t really solve the problem.  They’re also just distractions, like everything else, brief respites from dissatisfaction, and they don’t address the fact that by and large we are not at peace, not satisfied, and not happy.

I mentioned earlier that young people sometimes deal with this problem by having as much fun as they can now while telling themselves that distressing existential dilemmas can come later.  I want to warn you that this is a recipe for disaster.  The fun you are having now turns out to be not so much a temporary stay against life and death, or a delaying tactic, but a response to life and death that gradually and relentlessly tightens its grip on you, and becomes a habit, even an addiction.  I also want to warn you about something else–that the society you find yourself in isn’t going to help you.  It isn’t designed to help you.  It isn’t a society with a spiritual or philosophical basis designed to assist you in your aspiration toward happiness.  It is, in fact, designed to do the opposite.  First, it teaches you that you are the most important thing in the world, and does it so well and thoroughly that you don’t even notice.  This is there in the the so-called “Enlightenment” philosophy that is the underpinning of modern Western life and in our political principles and political documents–that the individual, with his or her personal goals, hopes, dreams, and aspirations, is primary and foremost.  From these philosophical and political roots, the primacy of the individual has grown and spread to subsume nearly everything, and that, in the end, has not brought us happiness, because the you that matters so much every second of every day is in fact mortal and even ephemeral, and you know this, and isn’t it sad, even tragic, to know that in the end all of your hopes, dreams, and aspirations don’t amount to much, that they take you nowhere, and that this constant obsession with them is really just another form of unhappiness.  To put this another way, if my life is first and foremost about me, I will never be happy.

We have another big problem when it comes to happiness in our society.  While each of us is relentlessly busy chasing after his or her personal hopes and dreams, our very sophisticated modern economy is busily exploiting the psychological and emotional vulnerabilities elicited by this state of affairs.  It is an economy that motors along on your dissatisfaction, that steams ahead only if it can convince you that something is missing in your life.  It knows that you are insecure about your appearance, for example, and in advertising it does everything it can to make you feel even worse about it, because if you feel worse about it, you will buy expensive clothing or pay a doctor to change your face.  So in our society, not only do you have to be unhappy on that existential level that is just part and parcel of being human, you also have to be unhappy in ways designed for you by others, and if you are a woman or gay or a person of color, your society will make it even harder for you by tilting the playing field so you have to walk uphill, and by confounding your inner life in ways white men don’t have to face.  Add to this your natural anxiety about the future–your distress about what it means that we are developing smart drones and melting the polar ice cap–and happiness begins to feel, for a lot of us, impossible.  So impossible that the rate of mental illness in America, of depression in particular, is higher that it has ever been.  The world might seem full of possibility, and it is that way, but it is also a place where you can very quickly find yourself among the living dead–a being without the means for happiness.

Here is something you can do about it–or something you can do to get started.  Take whatever handheld device you own out of your pocket or bag and set the alarm for 2 hours for now.  When it makes whatever noise you have selected for it to make, ask yourself how often during the last 2 hours you were actually in charge of your thoughts.  How often was your mind just rolling along like a pack of drunken monkeys, doing whatever it wants without you having anything to say about it?  How often was it busy being bored, dissatisfied, critical of others, self-absorbed, insecure, self-hating, anxious, and/or afraid?  How often were you genuinely happy?  And exactly at the moment your alarm makes its noise, where was your mind and what was it doing?  Because in the end your mind is the one thing you have going for you when it comes to happiness.  A deliberate mind, a mind that works consciously–choosing, at every turn, what you are saying, what you are doing, and what you are thinking–this is very, very hard to achieve, which is why you should start now.  Cultivate those states of mind that actually produce happiness and cast out those that don’t.  After a while you will find that you care much less about your own hopes and dreams and a lot more about other people.  You will move in the direction of self-less-ness, which is a good thing, because if there is no self, who is it that has to die some day?  There will be no one there to die.  There will be no self.  Die now, so you won’t have to do it later.  Stop thinking about yourself every second of every day, which only produces boredom, dissatisfaction, fear, dread, anxiety, and hopelessness.   Put yourself away and begin to find freedom.  And you can find this freedom, which we might also call happiness.  Your life can open toward greater happiness and greater freedom, and it is entirely up to you to make that happen.  Because in the end you have the power to do it no matter what the universe seems to be like and no matter the challenges of our place and time.  You really are in charge of your own happiness.  Which is, I think, both exhilarating and terrifying.  Wouldn’t it be nice if someone could do it for you?  It’s such a daunting and important task, really the central task of life.  But I urge you to work, on your own, or with the right mentors, or preferably, in both ways, as honestly and fiercely as you can on this matter of your own happiness.  Don’t settle for the answers all around you that are not really answers.  Don’t settle for a life of quiet desperation.  And most of all, don’t settle for unhappiness.  I want to tell you that happiness is possible, and that you don’t have to be despairing and afraid.  But it’s up to you, to each of you, to seek out the wisdom that happiness requires.  Not learning but wisdom, which is something else altogether.  I wish you a long life, the better to find and deepen that wisdom.  And I wish you happiness.

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  1. Claudine says:
    July 12, 2013 at 1:19 pm

    Wow, that was an amazing commencement speech; very deep and so utterly true. Selflessness, not selfishness, is the answer to real happiness!

  2. Guy de la Rupelle says:
    July 12, 2013 at 2:35 pm

    Indeed, it’s an excellent speech and it addresses the realities of life in a post-modernistic society. I read Lesley’s posting, and the entire speech, and then found it on You Tube – and yes, you can hear the booing and heckling by the parents or guests though the students are either listening or clapping – and I’m sorry I didn’t get to hear a speech like that back in 1972 during my graduation, because even then many smoked marijuana, and some died, and there was the Vietnam War still going on, we had just gone through desegregation (my h.s.s was in the south), and some students were dealing with being gay, but addressing these realities would have been scandalous. Instead we heard a speech, as are more h.s. speeches, full of platitudes wanting to be uplifting but, in fact, telling us nothing. The parents of those students should be grateful that such a man as Guterson took the time to open his heart and soul and bring such a gem of a speech to their kids’ high school.

  3. saheemwani says:
    July 12, 2013 at 6:50 pm

    It’s been long since I read every word of a long speech.

    Thank you David for giving writing this – you’ve put into black and white the dense fog that bothers me so, the one I feel but could never put together in words or thoughts.

    And thank you Lesley for sharing it.

  4. tamam Kahn says:
    July 12, 2013 at 10:31 pm

    Oooooh, yes! I wish Guterson had spoken at my graduation, to give me an entry point for life’s journey. Who would boo this wisdom?
    Thanks Lesley!

  5. zummard. says:
    July 13, 2013 at 5:39 am

    YES, he is ‘fiercely honest’ and real. Alas! he is talking to those who live in a world of instant gratification and running after fleeting pleasures. We don’t even understand the value of real happiness. We don’t miss something we can’t comprehend it exists.
    He reminded me how any prophet must have felt when he tried to talk to his people steeped in ignorance and stubbornness. Maybe one day these people will read his words and regret showing the response they gave to his words of wisdom. We are surrounded by too much ‘sound and fury’ to listen to anything of significance and value.
    He is very courageous and honest. God bless him for this act of bravery. If he couldn’t reach those present, he has reached many who will benefit from his excellent speech. Thanks to the world of the Internet and to you for bringing it to our attention.

    ” Die now so you won’t have to do later……” What a gem of a speech! We are so busy gathering cheap shiny rocks that we miss the real gems before our eyes.
    Some might say that the occasion was not suitable for such deep philosophical wisdom because people are in a different mindset during such celebrations, but the reaction of the parents is inexcusable. That is precisely the time for a speech like this. GOOD for you, David. You KEPT CALM AND CARRIED ON!

  6. yeshua21 says:
    July 14, 2013 at 3:27 pm

    Just excellent — here it is on YouTube:

    David Guterson for giving this speech — WOW!

    Apropos of “dying before you die”, what would life be like without the story of me?

    http://jeshua21.wordpress.com/?attachment_id=2863

  7. chakaoc says:
    July 15, 2013 at 12:47 pm

    Lesley – thanks for posting this! great stuff for young ears – be mindful and don’t believe all that ‘you are the most important person in the world’ stuff. agree that line about “die now” is a gem. shed the ego to find happiness…

  8. Susan Hilde says:
    July 15, 2013 at 4:43 pm

    What a great speech! I wish I had heard a speech like this in 1972 when I graduated from high school. Instead I heard the usual stuff about finding a high paying career and finding the perfect spouse and having a perfect family, etc. This man is brilliant. I wish there were more people who think like him.

  9. iobserveall says:
    July 20, 2013 at 11:33 pm

    I am sure there are plenty of people who think like him, nobody listens to them. Or they don’t bother speaking because they know that only money seems to count now. Not everyone wants to be rich and have all the things they think they should have but they feel a failure if they don’t get them. I believe that is why there are so many problems nowadays. Too much dissatisfaction, too much envy of what others have.

    People should stop and think about what would really make them happy. They they should strive for that. Life is short and we are meant to be happy.

  10. Muhammad Shukri bin Yaacob says:
    July 25, 2013 at 1:23 am

    Imam Ali once said,happiness is when you are healthy,able to eat,able to sleep,being loved by others and prayers answered.

The Rhythm of Connection

Posted December 11th, 2012 by Lesley Hazleton

Amour movieI’m still thinking about a single word from a movie I saw last month — a difficult, transcendent movie about love.  Real love.

Amour is not an easy film, and it’s certainly not for anyone who’s afraid of ageing, let alone anyone nurturing fantasies of immortality.  Written and directed by the hard-edged Michael Haneke, it’s about a loving, companiable couple in their early eighties, played by two veterans of the French new wave:  Emmanuelle Riva (Alain Resnais’ classic Hiroshima Mon Amour) and Jean-Louis Trintignant (Claude Lelouch’s A Man and a Woman).  And it’s about what happens when she has a stroke — a relatively minor one — and then another, devastating one…

I saw it at a small private screening, and thought it beautiful — quietly courageous, uncommonly real, and truly loving in a way that goes so far beyond Hollywood stereotypes as to make them hollow caricatures of humanity.  So I was quite dismayed when others there called it depressing.  It was too long, they said.  It made them uncomfortable.  It dwelled too much on the small details of life.  It took far too long it took to arrive at its inevitable denouement.

All these things were part of what made me admire the movie so.  And why I went home convinced that it would win no awards.

What a delight to be so very wrong!  Though I didn’t yet know it, Amour had already won the Palme d’Or at Cannes, and was now being talked about as the front-runner for the best foreign-film Oscar (thus the private screening copy) — talk that ramped up this past weekend when it won the Los Angeles Film Critics Award for best picture of 2012.  The Oscars might actually redeem themselves this year.

But what’s stuck with me ever since I saw the movie — and the reason I’ll see it again —  is one seemingly simple detail in the couple’s everyday life:

Whenever one does something for the other, even something as minor as putting a cup of coffee on the table or taking the empty cup to the sink, the other says “Merci.”

That’s it — a simple thank you.  Said not automatically, but not with great stress either.  Said quietly, but appreciatively. “You mean it was polite,” someone said.  But no, that was not at all what I meant.  This was far more than mere politeness (I grew up in England, so I know how shallow politeness can be):  this was courteous.  Real courtesy: an acknowledgment of the other’s existence — of the small kindnesses and fond accommodations that make up the couple’s daily life together.  It was, in a beautiful phrase I heard over the dinner table just last night, part of “the rhythm of connection.”

The word is said, in its quiet, companiable way, many times before the second stroke deprives the wife of speech.  So it hovers in the air, unsaid, when she can no longer speak.  In the end, when her husband finally brings himself to do what he knows she wants him to do, I found myself saying thank you for her.

I don’t want to act the spoiler, so I won’t spell it out for you.  Enough to say that yes, death can be a courtesy all its own.  And as it happened, I thought “Yes, that’s real love.”

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  1. s. williams says:
    December 12, 2012 at 7:19 am

    Great review of a film that i have heard great things about and cannot wait to see. One minor niggle that did bother me and kind of spolit the review for me personally was ….”(I grew up in England, so I know how shallow politeness can be)”…… being several generations British and being British born and bred i had politeness drummed into me by my very Victorian like parents……being polite was a sign of breeding and good manners, and showed courtesy to other people. Seeing in today’s society i have noticed a distinct lack of good manners…..if you do get politeness from someone in Great Britain it was because they were raised in a good way to show manners to other people and not because they are being shallow.

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      December 12, 2012 at 10:13 am

      Ah, but that’s exactly the differentiation I was trying to make — between having “politeness drummed into you,” as you put it, and a deeper, more genuine appreciation of others. Between good manners, that is, and real connection between individuals.

      That said, you make a good point: Social politeness, from a check-out clerk’s “Have a nice day” to a quick “Sorry” at having accidentally jostled someone in a crowded subway or nearly poked them in the eye with an umbrella, is vital to the quality of civic life — but really only appreciated when it’s said in such a way that makes you feel it’s genuine.

  2. HandeBir says:
    December 17, 2012 at 1:44 am

    Dear Ms Hazleton. I loved this piece of writing so much, I couldn’t help spread the word. So I translated this article into Turkish and posted it today in my blog here: http://birtekask.blogspot.ch/2012/12/misafir-yazar-leslie-hazleton.html

    I gave proper credit to you saying that this was written by you and published in your blog on December 11. There are also two links to your blog.

    Please let me know if you agree with this. If not, I will delete it immediately.

    (Can’t wait to read the First Muslim…)

    Kind regards,

    Hande

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      December 17, 2012 at 8:13 am

      Hande — but of course! Re-posting something I’ve written, with acknowledgment, is a high compliment. Taking the time and care to translate it first: an even higher compliment. Letting me know: a lovely courtesy. Thank you — Lesley

      • HandeBir says:
        December 17, 2012 at 8:26 am

        Thank you for writing this and everything else you write. I am very much inspired by your passion to communicate.
        Will be following…

      • HandeBir says:
        December 18, 2012 at 2:02 am

        Lesley, I had to translate this following statement to you; I liked it so much… It is a comment to my blog about your article. A friend says “Thank you so much for introducing Lesley Hazleton to me. I was first intrigued by her article, then her books and her TED talk. I listened. Her voice, her expression, her talent in communication… I loved it! It is as if she hand-picks the words, dives into them to discover the real meanings, and offers them to us. I cannot wait to get her books. I also wrote to her. Thank you again very much.

        • Lesley Hazleton says:
          December 18, 2012 at 9:56 am

          Thank you both. Much appreciated. — L.

  3. Figen says:
    December 18, 2012 at 12:16 am

    Dear Ms Hazleton,I am very gratefull to Hande to present you to me.I read some of your writings and listened your Ted talkings.loved them
    .I want to write so many things but I will only say THANK YOU.Because you know the meanings of “a simple thank you”.I will also try to read your books.
    Best regards,figen

What’s Wrong About Dying?

Posted June 17th, 2010 by Lesley Hazleton

The short film screening on the studio wall had me transfixed.  It was Claude Lelouch’s ‘C’Etait un Rendezvous,’ shot from the windshield of a Ferrari being driven at absurd speed through a Paris dawn, straight through red lights, shuddering around tight turns, on the constant edge of disaster.  It had me terrified and exhilarated at the same time, just as I was years ago when I still got behind the wheels of race cars.

As the movie came to a screeching halt up on Montmartre, I came back to where I was:  one of those magical evenings organized here in Seattle by chef-provocateur Michael Hebb, this one at Chase Jarvis‘ headily high-tech photography studio, where forty formidably smart people had gathered around a single long table to eat, drink, and above all talk in honor of Jeff Rosenthal, organizer of the Summit Series, whose mantra is “Keep it surreal.”   Not surprisingly, I was ready to talk about death;  more surprisingly, or perhaps in keeping with Jeff’s mantra, so were other people.

I’ve nearly died a few times — by gunshot (Arik Sharon’s thugs in the Negev desert) and by bombardment (war), and had my Middle East journalist’s share of death threats .   But the most vivid was of my own doing, when I lost control of a car on the Road America track in Wisconsin.  As it rolled, I did not see my life flash before me.  Instead, everything went into very slow motion, and all I could think was,  “What a stupid way to die.”    (The car was totaled, but a good helmet and five-point seat belt let me crawl out with just a few scratches.)

What then would be an intelligent way to die?   It seemed a natural question for another of the evening’s guests, Greg Lundgren, whose art projects include  a thriving business in translucent glass memorials and headstones.  The effects of grappa prevent me from quoting him directly, but in effect, it was death at the moment of fullest experience.  I suggested the geologist camped out a few miles from Mount St Helens waiting for it to blow in May 1980.   The last contact with him was an ecstatic radio announcement that the mountain was blowing, right in front of him — a broadcast abruptly cut short.  No body was ever found.

“But that’s suicide,” someone else said accusingly.  I shrugged.  Was it?  Or was it the perfect death?  “What’s wrong about dying?” I asked.

So when I finally got talking to Jeff Rosenthal, death — or the lack of it — inevitably came up.  He reminded me that one of the headline speakers at his Summit Series in D.C. had been Ray Kurzweil, who seems determined to outdo Methusaleh.  Jeff admires Kurzweil.  I… well, see my previous post, Messiah Tech.

“If I said you could live to 140 in the same state of health you have today, wouldn’t you want to do it?” Jeff asked.  He clearly expected a quick “Sure.”   But I wasn’t sure.

The next day — esprit d’escalier kicking in as usual — I realized how strange the conversation was given that I’m far closer to the age when one might expect death than he.  Yet my answer was now a definite “No.”  Not because I don’t want life, but because I don’t want an endless one.

Like years without seasons, all perfect summer or deep winter, the constancy of endless life would weigh down on the imagination, reducing experience to oh-god-another-day-ness.  The knowledge that life is finite is to me an essential part of what makes it so interesting.  The vulnerability, the haphazardness, the seemingly infinite series of coincidences and chances and choices made both consciously and unconsciously — all these are part of what keeps me interested.

But if that series of coincidences, chances, choices etc were truly infinite?   I think I’d despair.  I’m only mortal, after all.  Assure me of immortality, and I’d be ready to die on the spot.

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  1. anne traver says:
    June 18, 2010 at 8:45 am

    Knowing how long a trip is going to be sets my expectations. If it’s a week, by day 6 I am ready to think about home. If it’s a month, that feeling doesn’t set in till close to the end. If we knew all along we might live to 140, that could be swell. But I agree, to choose it at this age — not appealing. Like moving the finish line…

    • Lesley Hazleton says:
      June 18, 2010 at 10:28 am

      I love your thinking, Anne, the idea of a trip, a journey — I was thinking along those lines too, though hadn’t yet found the words for it. Something to do with the arc of a life, perhaps — a life as a creation, a piece of art in a way, that has its own unique shape yet falls within a larger universal one. I think of Catherine Bateson’s book ‘Composing a Life’ — the joyfully improvisational aspect of it. And also something to do with a sense of completion (that finish line, or simply knowing when to stand back and let the piece of art be…)

      To be mused on further. Thanks — L.

  2. lavrans says:
    June 20, 2010 at 11:51 pm

    Reflecting possibly back to that misery discussion…

    I vacillate. I have a cycle, most of the time I am struggling with why it’s worth the effort to get through to the next day, every so often that’s gone, and, rarely, the world seems like a special place that could support an eternity.

    I suspect that the wish for eternal life is a deceit reserved more for those who don’t have real struggle. I notice that most of the worlds mythologies reserve eternal life as the reward for surviving this one with a certain amount of honor (or complacency).

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