Friday 15 July 2016

THE HUMAN HEART

'A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are. 
Because - isn't it drilled into us constantly from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture -? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it's a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what's right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart." 
Only here's what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted -? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?' 
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch, p.852.