During the holidays, I read a book called Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. Its ideology of individualism appealed to me, and I could relate to the heroes Ayn Rand wrote about - man as he ideally should be. It talked about self-centeredness (the negative connotations attached to it in real life is misleading), pertaining to how one should live life to seek one’s own happiness, and how life should be fair trade, you receive only as much as you give and vice versa, and there was no question of sacrifice for the sake of society’s morals, propriety, or tradition, or social norms, or family ties, or any other reason like that. It also said how everything you had should be earned and deserved.
I guess the underlying theme of the book was summed up in this statement that Ayn Rand’s heroes lived by and tried to execute in a world of hypocrisy and favours and groveling men.
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will not live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.I argued to myself that this was a fair enough proposition. I liked what I read. Could it be possible though, for society to function by that statement? It’s hard debating with oneself, so I’m eagerly awaiting an opportunity to discuss the book with someone. But I’m digressing.
Why I started this off is because, recently, something happened to make me ponder, how, as much as I liked this ideology, it was harder than I thought to live by it. I’m only speaking on a personal level, and a different person with a completely different character would probably have not been caught in this ‘dilemma’ at all. Either way, recently, I found myself making a decision for the sake of someone else, a decision which made me unhappy, a decision which was made at my expense, yet, it was a decision I felt obliged and compelled to make.
The effects of that choice will, I’m sure, not keep me unhappy for long, for I make decisions and quickly move on. Many a precious moment is wasted regretting the past. But the fact is, at that instant, I was upset. Why, I asked myself, did I compromise my happiness for this person? I found myself answering, because she has more need than me. Because from a moralistic point of view, it’s a slight inconvenience to me but a big difference in improving her life, allegedly. Because, it’s the ‘right’ thing to do.
Whose ‘right’? Whose morals? Have I compromised my own? I think, my nature has put me in a catch-22. On one hand, I could not bring myself to deny this person her pleading request, for if I did, I would have felt bad. In retrospect, I think I can safely say, I would go and have gone, many a time, to great lengths to ensure someone else’s convenience or happiness, at the expense of my own. There has always been a reprimanding voice in my head going, “You shouldn’t be so selfish!” whenever I chanced upon the thought “What about me?”
But then again, I always feel, what I’ve compromised in the many instances past have been relatively petty issues, issues that weren’t very significant on a grander scale of things. I’d probably play a different tune if that decision affected me to a greater extent (like giving away food till I starve to death for example).
On the other hand, after making that decision (as grudgingly as grudging gets), I was unhappy. I really didn’t want to do it, but I really couldn’t bring myself to say no either (it felt too evil, too cruel). My morals tell me I should help someone who’s more in need than me, even though I lose a little at the end. My happiness with status quo tells me, why lose that little at all?
I see no immediate solution to my catch-22. Perhaps one day, I’ll harden enough to be able to say No when I really want No, and not feel so horribly bad about it. I guess the choice is between compromising my morals or my happiness. And I believe, (unfortunately?) the scale is tipped in favour of the idea of ‘noble’ sacrifice – not because I seek nobleness or martyrdom or awe and unending gratitude at a sacrifice, but because I cannot bring myself to do otherwise.
I wonder when I’ll be able to pick up the statement I quoted above. I wonder if I ever will. But now, having been put to the test, I simply couldn’t shrug it off the way Atlas did.
Labels: Books, Feelings, Life