Tame, love, bid goodbye…It will take the Little Prince a year of travelling to understand his feelings towards the rose. To understand that the pleasure of a meeting ends in the pain of a separation. To tame another being is to accept that, some day, that being will disappear. It is the “danger of early disappearance” of his rose that plunges the Little Prince into melancholy and prompts him to let the snake bite him so that he can return to her on planet B612.
(source: http://www.thelittleprince.com/work/themes)
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
I haven't been blogging or working on my thesis for the past weeks. For what reason? I don't know exactly... laziness? I've been exhausting all the means of distraction that came along my way. TV Series, My birthday, Vacation, Dating.. The last being the worst of all distraction. I even forgot to communicate with my online community.. and even stopped attending yoga classes. As the year comes to an end, I'm just waiting to turn a new leaf again. I guess the "new" year is psychological. New year resolutions have been a bad habit of procrastination. Why wait for the New Year to change a habit and not start now? As St. Augustine would have put it ... "Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet."... Oh, what a distraction the past weeks have been. But I think I have no regrets. The pleasure of a meeting ends in the pain of a separation. I read an article that mocks the cliche of uttering words "What would I do without you? ... and the answer actually was .. "things that I had to do " ...
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.”
“So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.”
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