Why is Leisure so far fetched? Are we machines running on checklists? Or is it our desire to do the next big thing which keeps us running like a workaholic donkey?
I know many men who have made enough wealth to live a peaceful life, but, they are not satisfied. They are running like a headless chicken, competing with the younger generation for wealth, recognition and respect.
What about leisure, living with peace and harmony with self? Why is it that regret and fear loom only when we come closer to our death bed?
We have this one life, why can’t we live like a human and enjoying every flavor of it? How much money, wealth, respect means to us after our death?
I have always liked Van Gogh, the way he captured nature and human expressions. I hope someday I will get to visit the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. While reading: Van Gogh letters to Theo (his brother), I got to know more about him.
He died (killed himself by cutting his ear), remaining poor.
He was dependent on Theo, his brother from emotional and financial support.
In early days he wanted to be a preacher but since he failed the exams so never got the job.
He failed in love many times.
He was eccentric.
His art teachers/mentors(yup, the finest artist had teachers), disliked his way of paintings.
He called himself a peasant painter and lived a good part of his life with the peasants, miners.
I could not bear the pain in reading those letters. I have left reading it half way through.
The positive side of reading this book is, my respect for artists has increased much more. I will prefer not bargaining for buying their artwork.