My mother died the day before yesterday, i would like to take the moment to share my thoughts about intensity.
Can we do everything with intensity? Conversely, isn’t it a little sick to take everything seriously? Would we die if we were constantly overtaken by this slight breathlessness of love, passion, and of the very important things?
My mother always took everything too seriously, in a way, and maybe this is the most powerful thing i carry of her.
So, i think, yes, it is too much. It is taking too seriously. There is no need to be so intense about everything, nor to live every single moment with such passion and such quiet fury, it is all excessive. But it is a choice.
Some people just choose intensity.
And maybe we can’t survive this breathlessness. But it is an interesting experiment.