there is no perfection, only life

en route to the Dalai Lama's Residence in Dharamsala (Upper McLeod Ganj), India

I have a strong desire to re-read Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" for a number of reasons:

In recently moving (this weekend) I re-acquired a heavy burden of old possessions from a friend's storage space, this is great in that I now have books and DVDs and furniture and clothes, but it all felt very heavy when I had the truck loaded (maybe it was just my muscles) and I found myself slouching into the self I was two years ago, though things do not hold possession over you if you do not let them, it was still a strange sensation. Needless to say, I look forward to the Great Release, during which I will slowly rid my life of its physical clutter and unnecessities, and lighten the load on my soul; starting fresh in a new place, in my old city full of memories from moments past.

Also, a girl I know just moved to the Czech Republic.

And it is a book which I currently do not hold in my possession as I left it in MO, at my mom and step dad's house. Therefore, I want it because I do not have it. Which I know is missing the whole point.

"The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us."  --MK