Rest Forever, Tired Heart
By: Giacomo Leopardi
Rest forever, tired heart. The final illusion has perished. The one we believed eternal is gone. Just like that. Out the door desire follows hope. Rest forever. Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention nor is the earth worth a sigh. Bitterness and boredom is life, nothing else ever, and the world is mud. Quiet now. Despair for the last time. Fate gives us dying as a gift. Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power which rules for the common evil and the infinite vanity of it all.
Giacomo Leopardi (1798–1837) was an Italian poet, philosopher, and essayist, widely regarded as one of the greatest voices in Italian literature and a precursor to modern European thought. Born in the small town of Recanati to a strict, aristocratic family, Leopardi’s world was confined, but his mind was boundless.
A prodigy, he taught himself classical languages and philosophy, immersing himself in a vast intellectual universe by his teens.
Despite a life marked by poor health, isolation, and unfulfilled longing, Leopardi created works that resonate deeply, blending melancholy with a fierce clarity about life’s complexities. His writing continues to inspire, a reminder of how brilliance can emerge even in the face of suffering.
mercy in death, death in mercy, rest well with the bell tolls, for one day it will toll for me, mercy. <3
Resigning from our instinctive-idealistic childhood to a world created to endure the development of our nerve based conscious mind has surely been hell on earth. To be quite honest, I see heroes at every turn. Yes, heroes! Because surely having to live with the mind condemning our moral instincts in order to learn how the world operates has been torture. And to get out of bed each day and face that condemnation while the whole world seems against you had to be the most difficult task.
Understanding the Instinct vs Intellect explanation being the root cause for all the suffering is the most dignifying and healing explanation!