This German adage comes from one of my favorite books: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. Just like Tomas, one of the protagonists of the story, I say to myself that what happens but once might as well not have happened at all. That is the lightness of being. Our actions are ephemeral and ethereal because, as Kundera states, “life is always like a sketch”. Well, to be precise, life is not a real sketch given that there is not a masterpiece after the sketch in this case. The sketch of life is the artwork itself.
“We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”