You live like this,
sheltered,
in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book…
or you take a trip…
and you discover
that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating
are easily detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom
(when hibernating becomes dangerous
and might degenerate into death):
absence of pleasure.
That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this)
without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.
And then
some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song,
and it awakens them and saves them from death.
sheltered,
in a delicate world,
and you believe you are living.
Then you read a book…
or you take a trip…
and you discover
that you are not living,
that you are hibernating.
The symptoms of hibernating
are easily detectable: first, restlessness.
The second symptom
(when hibernating becomes dangerous
and might degenerate into death):
absence of pleasure.
That is all.
It appears like an innocuous illness.
Monotony, boredom, death.
Millions live like this (or die like this)
without knowing it.
They work in offices.
They drive a car.
They picnic with their families.
They raise children.
And then
some shock treatment takes place,
a person, a book, a song,
and it awakens them and saves them from death.
~ Anaïs Nin
from The Diary of Anaïs Nin