It was while reading ‘Reading Lolita in Tehran’ that I came across the word poshlust. A Russian writer, Nabokov explained that it: “is not only the obviously trashy but mainly the falsely important, the falsely beautiful, the falsely clever, and the falsely attractive”
That what our lives are. Poshlust.
Or at least, that’s what we think it is. Why else must we think about Hell and Heaven? Why do we insist on giving our death undue relevance? Some believe in seven lives; reincarnation. Others believe that the real life starts after our death, when we enter the Afterworld. Basically, we’ve decided that the “life” we’re living now is never going to measure up—never going to be enough. We just can’t deal with the fact that this is it.
Oh you never went on that cruise, grandma? Don’t worry, living life frugally has guaranteed you a place in Heaven! Have fun in the Divine Caribbean!
But you know what is really poshlust? The afterlife.
We go through the life we’re currently living thinking that it will affect the next life—which may, or may not exist. Don’t get me wrong, my intention is not to offend any faith, I just don’t see why we should let what happens after our death hold us back from doing the things we want to before our death…Frankly I do not believe in a Hell, I do not believe in a hateful, vengeful God—these qualities are not be coveted in any mortal beings, and yet, it is completely okay for the Creator to have them? How in the world does that make sense? I don’t see how we get to dictate what is right and what is wrong…is a child really going to be fried in Hell just because she went to bed two hours late, or lied to her mum about that last cookie?
Carpe diem, people! Carpe diem.
“Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all the other animal enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it”
On a lighter note…
High school? Poshlust.