Love, promises

"A parallel situation occurs in the second essay of the Genealogy, in which Nietzsche gives a history of the origins of guilt and of the ability to promise. This history is based on an insight about the conditions under which men can be happy; Nietzsche maintains (like Albert Schweitzer, who said that "Happiness is good health and a bad memory") that it is our capacity for forgetfulness, for oblivion, which allows us to be happy. Oblivion "maintains order and etiquette in the household of the psyche; which immediately suggests that there can be no happiness, no serenity, no hope, no pride, no present, without oblivion" (189). When a man makes a promise, when he "stand[s] pledge for his own future" (190), he is vowing to will himself not to forget. He is pledging himself to an active rejection of the solace of oblivion. He is vowing to make himself "calculable," in Nietzsche's term: predictable, both to others and to himself. Thus all promising is an abdication of happiness, serenity, hope, pride, and present. The promiser gains a stable identity, but at a terrible cost."



Am I unwilling to make a promise for love? No, that is not true. For I believe that all of happiness stems from love. But for something as simple as a blog, in which I must put my daily activities into words for viewing pleasure. I have failed, yes. My words were not taken literally by me, a terrible mistake. My words were more of a thought, an "initiative" for myself to report interesting happenings for my loved one. My return to Canada has been refreshing, peaceful, yet dull. Those expressions have been repeatedly stated I believe, and further "forced" expression of similar statements are not pleasurable nor genuine.
The promise, the spoken words of pledge, have been dismissed by me indeed. The mistake is mine, and I am truly sorry.

A blog per day. I have failed to do so. But for love, grandeur promises can be made and kept to the best of time and true. Surely there are plentiful gentlemen who are capable of daily scrawling, but for true love or transient lust? That is a question answer unknown.

The above in its entirety may be summed up in one word that is "excuse". Is it, or is it not? For true love, or transient lust? That is a question answer decided by you and none.