The conventional question about optimism is whether you see your glass as half-empty or half-full. But let’s look at the same cup differently.
Let’s think of the object as the container of all your capabilities. All your physical skills. All your creative talents and human endowments.
Now turn to the goblet again. Ask not if the glass appears half-empty or half-full of those gifts, but perhaps a more important question:
What will you do with them? What will you do with whatever is inside?
Here is how one person approached the task: Bela Bartok, the 20th-century Hungarian classical composer. He was 64 when he died in 1945, still full of ideas to be put to music paper, not given the life to express them and further enrich us.
The genius regretted it, saying on his death-bed, he had hoped to exit the world with an “empty trunk.” The man might as easily have referred to an empty glass or locker.
His musical being, occupied by what he could yet compose had he “world enough and time,” was still overflowing. The European emigre sought to expend everything on the job of life. Spill the suitcase out. Unpack the riches within.
Since he was born with nothing, Bartok believed he should leave with nothing. He saw this as his obligation to himself and his fellow-man: to share whatever “good” or goods he possessed, to reveal the talents nature bestowed upon him and those he developed.
Creative people often feel chosen. Some consider their craft a “calling” impossible to ignore. They write or perform, not only as a livelihood. Indeed, more than a few sustain their artistic aspirations even though they can’t make a living doing it.
Bartok himself was about to be evicted from his New York City apartment at the time of his death. These people persist out of an “inner necessity.” They cannot do otherwise.
Bartok’s notion is no different than the sports heroes who try to “leave everything on the field,” giving their entire capability to the game. And, while most of us are not inspirational leaders, geniuses, or athletes, we can emulate the most admirable of them: to reach for all we are permitted, work hard, and face challenges instead of running away.
By this standard, a full life would include loving our friends and family passionately and well, seeking always to enrich our knowledge and understanding; and bestow the world with whatever we have to reform it, and us, into something better — to make all our possibilities real, as Bartok hoped.
To choose such a life rejects dutiful routine and “quiet desperation.” These seekers refuse self-protectiveness — the aching reproach of the road not taken, the fear not faced, the life of “might have been, if only…”
The master wrote one of his greatest works, the Concerto for Orchestra, while fighting the leukemia killing him.
The rest of us can’t claim the same excuse if we slip away with some part of the best of ourselves held back — at least not yet. Why? Because we enjoy the gift of time.
For some of us, the goal of life seems to be filling our luggage with as many things as possible. Things external. For Bartok, the mission was to empty it of the things internal. Many are torn between the two –- a life of consumption or a life of creation. There is a choice.
To Bartok, the playing field of life awaited his best efforts. His regrets reflected his desire to have done more, not consumed more.
Is there a better philosophy of living?
This post is a reworking of one I published almost eight years ago. The subject of the top photo is a lamp designed by Yeongwoo Kim called Pouring Light.
Interesting way to view the creative life as I labor with writing about our cancer experience, probing for answers such as why did I put my husband’s needs ahead of my own, exactly when and how did my behavior indicate I was moving from married to widow status, and how has my life and how have I changed as a widow. I see this creative process akin to “emptying of things internal” with the hope that the resulting book helps someone someday. Fun to think of it in this way.
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Yes, and it sounds like a creative one, too. I’ll keep thinking of you, Lois. You are never long out of my thoughts.
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Bartok had 2 adult sons. Surely they would have taken care of their father.
It was one of Bartok’s sons who reported this in a documentary from which this information comes. Thank you for reading this and commenting. Best wishes.
A beautiful, thought-provoking post, Dr. Stein. I especially love your suggestion that, instead of seeing our cup as half-empty or half-full cup, we should focus on using to the fullest “whatever is inside” our cup. The time is now upon us when we humans must reckon with the realization that our choice of a life of consumption will be our undoing as a species. If we are to survive, we will have to make good use of our collective cups of creativity.
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Thank you, Rosaliene. Yes, to everything you said.
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