quarta-feira, fevereiro 25, 2015

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My Own Life
Oliver Sacks on Learning He Has Terminal Cancer
A MONTH ago, I felt that I was in good health, even robust health. At 81, I still swim a mile a day. But my luck has run out — a few weeks ago I learned that I have multiple metastases in the liver. Nine years ago it was discovered that I had a rare tumor of the eye, an ocular melanoma. Although the radiation and lasering to remove the tumor ultimately left me blind in that eye, only in very rare cases do such tumors metastasize. I am among the unlucky 2 percent.
I feel grateful that I have been granted nine years of good health and productivity since the original diagnosis, but now I am face to face with dying. The cancer occupies a third of my liver, and though its advance may be slowed, this particular sort of cancer cannot be halted.
It is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me. I have to live in the richest, deepest, most productive way I can. In this I am encouraged by the words of one of my favorite philosophers, David Hume, who, upon learning that he was mortally ill at age 65, wrote a short autobiography in a single day in April of 1776. He titled it “My Own Life.”
“I now reckon upon a speedy dissolution,” he wrote. “I have suffered very little pain from my disorder; and what is more strange, have, notwithstanding the great decline of my person, never suffered a moment’s abatement of my spirits. I possess the same ardour as ever in study, and the same gaiety in company.”
I have been lucky enough to live past 80, and the 15 years allotted to me beyond Hume’s three score and five have been equally rich in work and love. In that time, I have published five books and completed an autobiography (rather longer than Hume’s few pages) to be published this spring; I have several other books nearly finished.
Hume continued, “I am ... a man of mild dispositions, of command of temper, of an open, social, and cheerful humour, capable of attachment, but little susceptible of enmity, and of great moderation in all my passions.”
Here I depart from Hume. While I have enjoyed loving relationships and friendships and have no real enmities, I cannot say (nor would anyone who knows me say) that I am a man of mild dispositions. On the contrary, I am a man of vehement disposition, with violent enthusiasms, and extreme immoderation in all my passions.
And yet, one line from Hume’s essay strikes me as especially true: “It is difficult,” he wrote, “to be more detached from life than I am at present.”
Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts. This does not mean I am finished with life.
On the contrary, I feel intensely alive, and I want and hope in the time that remains to deepen my friendships, to say farewell to those I love, to write more, to travel if I have the strength, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.

This will involve audacity, clarity and plain speaking; trying to straighten my accounts with the world. But there will be time, too, for some fun (and even some silliness, as well).
I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential. I must focus on myself, my work and my friends. I shall no longer look at “NewsHour” every night. I shall no longer pay any attention to politics or arguments about global warming.
This is not indifference but detachment — I still care deeply about the Middle East, about global warming, about growing inequality, but these are no longer my business; they belong to the future. I rejoice when I meet gifted young people — even the one who biopsied and diagnosed my metastases. I feel the future is in good hands.
I have been increasingly conscious, for the last 10 years or so, of deaths among my contemporaries. My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate — the genetic and neural fate — of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.
Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
Oliver Sacks, a professor of neurology at the New York University S

20 comentários:

Julio Machado Vaz disse...

Desculpem, mas não sei como se traduz decentemente na Net. E o homem merece muito respeito pela vida que tem vivido. Abraço a todos.

bea disse...

Hummm...eu já li isto traduzido - bem traduzido - em algum lugar.

De uma forma geral concordo com Oliver Sacks. Mesmo sem o peso da sua importância (a importância de cada um é neste caso a mesma, o que fizemos do que nos deram, quanto amámos e como...). E teve a sorte de viver até aos 81, ainda que cabendo nos 2% de azarados com as metástases. Pergunto-me se teria sido tão prolífico nos últimos anos caso o problema visual não surgisse. Mas se, não é resposta.

A resposta é sempre igual: é uma sorte ter nascido, não ter morrido na infância, ter sentido o amor nos dois sentidos e outras mais coisas que existem e pelas quais nos deixámos afectar por ser isso viver. E estar consciente de. Não ter nascido mosca, ou elefante, é muita sorte.

golden.bee disse...
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andorinha disse...

Sem palavras perante este grande Homem!
Senti-me pequenina...e comovoida também. Muito.

"I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential. I must focus on myself, my work and my friends. I shall no longer look at “NewsHour” every night. I shall no longer pay any attention to politics or arguments about global warming."

Penso que o entendo plenamente.

Que força e que visão da vida a deste homem.
Obrigada, Júlio, por a trazer para aqui.

andorinha disse...

Comovida, caraças! Só gralhas...

Moon disse...

O trabalho que me dá, professor...:)
Ler isto tudo é obra!
Lições de vida partilhadas.
Passamos muito depressa pela vida e às vezes esquecemos de viver.
Tenho tentado inverter essa tendência.

andorinha disse...

Li de novo. Empolgante, comovente, tudo ao mesmo tempo.
Grande homem, repito!

"It is up to me now to choose how to live out the months that remain to me. I have to live in the richest, deepest, most productive way I can."


Quando referi em cima no outro excerto que citei que o entendo plenamente isso tem muito a ver com o facto de eu própria me ver cada vez mais a pensar assim.
Sou mais nova, não tenho cancro, pelo menos que eu saiba, e no entanto tendo cada vez mais a focar-me em mim, no meu trabalho, na minha família, nos meus amigos, nos meus objectivos para a reforma. Para mim isso também é o essencial.
Podem chamar-me egoísta, podem chamar-me o que quiserem. Não me importo. Eu é que decido como viver a minha vida. Não me esqueço dos imensos problemas que existem no mundo mas eles não vão fazer com que eu pare de viver
Por isso o entendo na perfeição!

Fiquem bem:)

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Mourinho Eondoic E Ronaldo

Cê_Tê ;) disse...

Para quem está de fora do problema ter conhecimento de casos assim é um conforto: afinal de contas... porque não havemos nós de ser como ele? Chega a parecer desafiante... Um engodo romantizado como as modernas tendências de coaching...

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Mind The Gap In Moment Like The Mittor Is Pain As Banana At The End

golden.bee disse...

Comentário sábio Cê- Tê, enquanto os outros vão tendo orgasmos de tanto êxtase.

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Mirror é com "R": (Mittor)

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Um Cartão Muito Peculiar Para Reunir Os/As Camaradas/Os

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Deus Escreve Certo Por Linhas Tortas:http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/politica/cartaz-jsd/cartaz-da-jsd-falha-alvo-e-compara-governo-de-passos-e-portas-ao-nazismo

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Estavam A Tratar Por Fora
Ele A Tratar-se Por Dentro

João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Júlio Machado Vaz,

Puxa Muito De Cor Para Saber Alguma Coisa


João Pedro Barbosa disse...

"Ensaio Sobre A Cegueira"


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João Pedro Barbosa disse...

Traduzido Do Latim É Que Nem Na Net

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