Yesterday, talking about preferences, I was thinking about how the quota, the choice of the things we like best.
Often, the fact that they bind to an author, a book, a band, a film, a food or a place depends not only on (s) the object itself, but also the location, time and who shares with us some experiences.
I think many of my "favorites" have been conditioned by the situation in which they lived and judged. I think a lot also depends on the age and historical period of my life when I was living them at their peak. In retrospect, then, when the emotion of the moment (or period) runs out to attack me in that particular thing as a memory that made me feel good and at that moment I realize that entered my top ten or even became the favorite. A purely subject matter, nor subjectively absolute but only relative to a certain space / time. But now it is there, carved in the hearts and excluding any disappointments later, you never have to delete it from the minute space that has been conquered.
But if I am asked to rationally explain my preference for this or that, I realize that may not have good arguments to explain to someone else, who did not live with me when I'm fond of it because something is so good to me. In absolute level probably did not really reason to be so acclaimed, and many other things, people or places, in the opinion of someone else, have equal or even greater dignity.
So then known, if I think of all my preferences, in various fields, none of them is a real excellence. In theory, the thing that we like best should be that which we believe represents the best in that field, but in reality is difficult. If I think of the kitchen, for example, a dish prepared with a very particular taste and refined, maybe even beautiful to see, undoubtedly will be appreciated by many ... but never will be anyone's favorite dish?
For me to be a preference for something that encompasses beauty (or goodness) and simplicity at the same time. In
Chocolat, a wonderful Johnny Depp Juliette Binoche crazy improbable in the search for the perfect chocolate. It tastes of all different types and tastes weird, but eventually admits that it is a simple hot chocolate (pretty dense, I hope!) He prefers. I really think that I agree with Johnny about it. Here's how
then I find myself to classify some of my favorite Saltatempo, although undoubtedly the best books I read from a stylistic point of view. But no other book has ever made me laugh, move, empathize, frustrating, reflect and engage in the same way. When Harry Met Sally is a film that fascinates me every time I see him and I think my favorite ... but certainly not part of either of the 100 best films ever directed! And there are plenty of movies that I liked a lot ... but no more so I remained in the heart. Why? Perhaps because the first time I saw him I dreamed that my best friend was the man of my life and, despite my feelings are completely changed in the course of these 10 (15?) Years, the sensation is held every When I see him again. Pearl Jam? In their concerts, I turn into a huge screaming girl desperate Eddie Vedder's name as if it were an idol ... and there are dozens of musicians technically better, but they can never take their place on my personal podium. In any field
I think my favorite, no doubt. He stands there, as amended, lying comfortably on the laurels full of dust and cobwebs that have formed over years or even decades in some cases.
If today I had to clean up and restore with rationality (and of course on the new quota to a new space / time of my life) the hall of fame of my tastes would change everything. But it all. But because many small clear that Madeleine will help keep your smile when you need it?
Often, the fact that they bind to an author, a book, a band, a film, a food or a place depends not only on (s) the object itself, but also the location, time and who shares with us some experiences.
I think many of my "favorites" have been conditioned by the situation in which they lived and judged. I think a lot also depends on the age and historical period of my life when I was living them at their peak. In retrospect, then, when the emotion of the moment (or period) runs out to attack me in that particular thing as a memory that made me feel good and at that moment I realize that entered my top ten or even became the favorite. A purely subject matter, nor subjectively absolute but only relative to a certain space / time. But now it is there, carved in the hearts and excluding any disappointments later, you never have to delete it from the minute space that has been conquered.
But if I am asked to rationally explain my preference for this or that, I realize that may not have good arguments to explain to someone else, who did not live with me when I'm fond of it because something is so good to me. In absolute level probably did not really reason to be so acclaimed, and many other things, people or places, in the opinion of someone else, have equal or even greater dignity.
So then known, if I think of all my preferences, in various fields, none of them is a real excellence. In theory, the thing that we like best should be that which we believe represents the best in that field, but in reality is difficult. If I think of the kitchen, for example, a dish prepared with a very particular taste and refined, maybe even beautiful to see, undoubtedly will be appreciated by many ... but never will be anyone's favorite dish?
For me to be a preference for something that encompasses beauty (or goodness) and simplicity at the same time. In
Chocolat, a wonderful Johnny Depp Juliette Binoche crazy improbable in the search for the perfect chocolate. It tastes of all different types and tastes weird, but eventually admits that it is a simple hot chocolate (pretty dense, I hope!) He prefers. I really think that I agree with Johnny about it. Here's how
then I find myself to classify some of my favorite Saltatempo, although undoubtedly the best books I read from a stylistic point of view. But no other book has ever made me laugh, move, empathize, frustrating, reflect and engage in the same way. When Harry Met Sally is a film that fascinates me every time I see him and I think my favorite ... but certainly not part of either of the 100 best films ever directed! And there are plenty of movies that I liked a lot ... but no more so I remained in the heart. Why? Perhaps because the first time I saw him I dreamed that my best friend was the man of my life and, despite my feelings are completely changed in the course of these 10 (15?) Years, the sensation is held every When I see him again. Pearl Jam? In their concerts, I turn into a huge screaming girl desperate Eddie Vedder's name as if it were an idol ... and there are dozens of musicians technically better, but they can never take their place on my personal podium. In any field
I think my favorite, no doubt. He stands there, as amended, lying comfortably on the laurels full of dust and cobwebs that have formed over years or even decades in some cases.
If today I had to clean up and restore with rationality (and of course on the new quota to a new space / time of my life) the hall of fame of my tastes would change everything. But it all. But because many small clear that Madeleine will help keep your smile when you need it?
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