Valente Celle Tomb, 1893, The Staglieno Cemetery, Genoa - Italy
Sculptor: Giulio Monteverde (Bistagno, Alessandria, 1837 - Roma 1917)
The funeral monument called “Eternal Drama” represents a real Dans macabre, the futile attempt of life to escape the inevitable embrace of death. The sculptor Giulio Monteverde underlines, in this sculpture, the contrast between the sensuality of the beautiful young woman who personifies Life (caught in the moment in which , wearied by the vain struggle, she is about to surrender herself to the terrible spectre who has chosen her as his prey) and the rigid impassiveness of Death which seizes her.
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones.”
Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
i had a shitty day at school, today. i went home and deleted some fb friends, before realizing that my whole flist needed to be purged. i will try to stop making angry statuses on there, since now teachers i don’t even know make fun of me for it. oops.
i had a shitty, shitty day right off the bat. i started bawling in biology, actually. not a pretty sight. i had to go to the counselor’s office. it was awkward and weird, and goddammit.
then things were going pretty good during lunch in which i stayed for the invitational~*~* acdec informational meeting. then i felt kinda shitty afterwards.
then amstud. a great big hole of shit. kill me now. i’m glad i’m done with that class and our final “group” project. i don’t want to talk about that shithole of a class ever again. i’m a very nervous person, and it makes me sad/angry when people don’t understand how hard i work. i don’t appreciate it when assholes make jokes about stuff i don’t think is funny. i’m insecure and terrified as fuck.
then some good things happened. a friend bought me a cookie. i got a rather encouraging e-mail from h&m. a tumblr pal left me a message - i really appreciate it when you guys leave me messages (it makes me feel so honored to be a part of your private life; it makes me so happy that you want to talk to me; like, i don’t know, but it cheers me up so much when you guys just stop to think of me, let alone shoot me a message. i’m pathetic, lol). i got a letter from harvard - and while it’s a run-of-the-mill letter, it made me feel better.
life’s shit, but it’s the little things that make it good. sorry for first-world, lower-middle middle class problems.