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Freud’s requiem and the joy of transience

This writing is a translation of an original short essay written by Sigmund Freud in November 1915. It’s often referred to as his ‘Requiem’ (an act or token of remembrance) and is quite a positive outlook on the true nature of our existence.

I came across this writing during one of the darkest moments of my life and I offer it as a crutch to everyone else.

Enjoy!

On Transience, By Sigmund Freud (Novemeber, 1915)
Translation by James Strachey

Not long ago I went on a summer walk through a smiling countryside in the company of a taciturn friend and of a young but already famous poet. The poet admired the beauty of the scene around us but felt no joy in it. He was disturbed by the thought that all this beauty was fated to extinction, that it would vanish when winter came, like all human beauty and all the beauty and splendour that men have created or may create. All that he would otherwise have loved and admired seemed to him to be shorn of its worth by the transience which was its doom.

The proneness to decay of all that is beautiful and perfect can, as we know, give rise to two different impulses in the mind. The one leads to the aching despondency felt by the young poet, while the other leads to rebellion against the fact asserted. No! it is impossible that all this loveliness of Nature and Art, of the world of our sensations and of the world outside, will really fade away into nothing. It would be too senseless and too presumptuous to believe it. Somehow or other this loveliness must be able to persist and to escape all the powers of destruction.

But this demand for immortality is a product of our wishes too unmistakable to lay claim to reality: what is painful may none the less be true. I could not see my way to dispute the transience of all things, nor could I insist upon an exception in favour of what is beautiful and perfect. But I did dispute the pessimistic poet’s view that the transience of what is beautiful involves any loss in its worth.

On the contrary, an increase! Transience value is scarcity value in time. Limitation in the possibility of an enjoyment raises the value of the enjoyment. It was incomprehensible, I declared, that the thought of the transience of beauty should interfere with our joy in it. As regards the beauty of Nature, each time it is destroyed by winter it comes again next year, so that in relation to the length of our lives it can in fact be regarded as eternal. The beauty of the human form and face vanish for ever in the course of our own lives, but their evanescence only lends them a fresh charm. A flower that blossoms only for a single night does not seem to us on that account less lovely. Nor can I understand any better why the beauty and perfection of a work of art or of an intellectual achievement should lose its worth because of its temporal limitation. A time may indeed come when the pictures and statues which we admire to-day will crumble to dust, or a race of men may follow us who no longer understand the works of our poets and thinkers, or a geological epoch may even arrive when all animate life upon the earth ceases; but since the value of all this beauty and perfection is determined only by its significance for our own emotional lives, it has no need to survive us and is therefore independent of absolute duration.

These considerations appeared to me incontestable; but I noticed that I had made no impression either upon the poet or upon my friend. My failure led me to infer that some powerful emotional factor was at work which was disturbing their judgement, and I believed later that I had discovered what it was. What spoilt their enjoyment of beauty must have been a revolt in their minds against mourning. The idea that all this beauty was transient was giving these two sensitive minds a foretaste of mourning over its decease; and, since the mind instinctively recoils from anything that is painful, they felt their enjoyment of beauty interfered with by thoughts of its transience.

Mourning over the loss of something that we have loved or admired seems so natural to the layman that he regards it as self-evident. But to psychologists mourning is a great riddle, one of those phenomena which cannot themselves be explained but to which other obscurities can be traced back. We possess, as it seems, a certain amount of capacity for love—what we call libido—which in the earliest stages of development is directed towards our own ego. Later, though still at a very early time, this libido is diverted from the ego on to objects, which are thus in a sense taken into our ego. If the objects are destroyed or if they are lost to us, our capacity for love (our libido) is once more liberated; and it can then either take other objects instead or can temporarily return to the ego. But why it is that this detachment of libido from its objects should be such a painful process is a mystery to us and we have not hitherto been able to frame any hypothesis to account for it. We only see that libido clings to its objects and will not renounce those that are lost even when a substitute lies ready to hand. Such then is mourning.

My conversation with the poet took place in the summer before the war. A year later the war broke out and robbed the world of its beauties. It destroyed not only the beauty of the countrysides through which it passed and the works of art which it met with on its path but it also shattered our pride in the achievements of our civilization, our admiration for many philosophers and artists and our hopes of a final triumph over the differences between nations and races. It tarnished the lofty impartiality of our science, it revealed our instincts in all their nakedness and let loose the evil spirits within us which we thought had been tamed for ever by centuries of continuous education by the noblest minds. It made our country small again and made the rest of the world far remote. It robbed us of very much that we had loved, and showed us how ephemeral were many things that we had regarded as changeless.

We cannot be surprised that our libido, thus bereft of so many of its objects, has clung with all the greater intensity to what is left to us, that our love of our country, our affection for those nearest us and our pride in what is common to us have suddenly grown stronger. But have those other possessions, which we have now lost, really ceased to have any worth for us because they have proved so perishable and so unresistant? To many of us this seems to be so, but once more wrongly, in my view. I believe that those who think thus, and seem ready to make a permanent renunciation because what was precious has proved not to be lasting, are simply in a state of mourning for what is Lost. Mourning, as we know, however painful it may be comes to a spontaneous end. When it has renounced everything that has been lost, then it has consumed itself, and our libido is once more free (in so far as we are still young and active) to replace the lost objects by fresh ones equally or still more precious. It is to be hoped that the same will be true of the losses caused by this war. When once the mourning is over, it will be found that our high opinion of the riches of civilization has lost nothing from our discovery of their fragility. We shall build up again all that war has destroyed, and perhaps on firmer ground and more lastingly than before.

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  1. It does not seem to me that the temporary beauty of any moment is simply replaceable with succeeding beauties. No doubt there is a limit to how much any mind can hold but its capacity is large enough to encompass a lifetime and one cannot replace a lost loved one with a succession of love one. Each is unique in its qualities and a loss is a lifelong burden. I know because I have lived a long life with many frightful losses. The mind may be a mechanical system but it is not as simple as replacing a worn gear with a fresh one. Each moment in a life is very personal and very unique. This does not mean that all pleasure is destroyed with these inevitable losses as one must learn to endure and carry these precious memories to mature one’s inner self. Life endures, but some burdens are learned to be carried.

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    • Nice point Jan. The part that really hit me over the head was the flower that blooms just for one night but is nonetheless regarded as beautiful. My suffering has largely stemmed from a false desire or belief for things ‘should’ last. What I take from this essay is the feeling that impermanence brings about the importance of the encounters in life. The shortness of some things is part of their dynamic of significance. So now, rather than mourn loss, I try to celebrate ‘that it was’ in the first place. To take satisfaction from the notion of a perceived ‘eternal’ is false in my view; to appreciate the cycles of coming and going seems better.

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  2. It does not seem to me that the temporary beauty of any moment is simply replaceable with succeeding beauties. No doubt there is a limit to how much any mind can hold but its capacity is large enough to encompass a lifetime and one cannot replace a lost loved one with a succession of love one. Each is unique in its qualities and a loss is a lifelong burden. I know because I have lived a long life with many frightful losses. The mind may be a mechanical system but it is not as simple as replacing a worn gear with a fresh one. Each moment in a life is very personal and very unique. This does not mean that all pleasure is destroyed with these inevitable losses as one must learn to endure and carry these precious memories to mature one’s inner self. Life endures, but some burdens are learned to be carried.

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    • Nice point Jan. The part that really hit me over the head was the flower that blooms just for one night but is nonetheless regarded as beautiful. My suffering has largely stemmed from a false desire or belief for things ‘should’ last. What I take from this essay is the feeling that impermanence brings about the importance of the encounters in life. The shortness of some things is part of their dynamic of significance. So now, rather than mourn loss, I try to celebrate ‘that it was’ in the first place. To take satisfaction from the notion of a perceived ‘eternal’ is false in my view; to appreciate the cycles of coming and going seems better.

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  3. Thank you. There is beauty during all stages of life from onset to end – everything transient, always changing (I see this in blooming plants and in humans) — seasons and patterns and species recur, and yet there is change over time in the recurring … so yes, each instance of life is very transient, thus all the more precious in any moment.

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  4. Thank you. There is beauty during all stages of life from onset to end – everything transient, always changing (I see this in blooming plants and in humans) — seasons and patterns and species recur, and yet there is change over time in the recurring … so yes, each instance of life is very transient, thus all the more precious in any moment.

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  5. What an insightful piece! Thank you. I wonder if there are some of us who appreciate beauty in all of its many forms regardless of its impermanence. Beauty should call to our souls and we should see it and love it. This was a beautiful read. Thank you!!

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  6. What an insightful piece! Thank you. I wonder if there are some of us who appreciate beauty in all of its many forms regardless of its impermanence. Beauty should call to our souls and we should see it and love it. This was a beautiful read. Thank you!!

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  7. and when human kind has destroyed our ecological niche so human life and large mammalian life is no longer possible, what new will then emerge? The consciousness of humans will be in the ground for better and for worse. My friend is leaving, this sure makes the moments with her sweet. We take time to share more than usual.. The knowledge of transience, our own included, can only be trance- ended ( transcended) by living NOW in self respect and appreciation for our all too human self. I AM for better and for worse THIS. I, too, hope and dream and attempt to live a life in this moment and the next that is more attuned to the whole, the hale, the healing, the holy.

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  8. and when human kind has destroyed our ecological niche so human life and large mammalian life is no longer possible, what new will then emerge? The consciousness of humans will be in the ground for better and for worse. My friend is leaving, this sure makes the moments with her sweet. We take time to share more than usual.. The knowledge of transience, our own included, can only be trance- ended ( transcended) by living NOW in self respect and appreciation for our all too human self. I AM for better and for worse THIS. I, too, hope and dream and attempt to live a life in this moment and the next that is more attuned to the whole, the hale, the healing, the holy.

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