Of Freud and Jung

Can you believe that I had to check the spelling for Freud, even after years of calling myself a psyc major. I should be ashamed! Good god...

Lesson of the day - Did you know that Jung is not pronounced Young, but rather Yoong? Or so says my instructor who herself is a total fan of the man's work.

Over the years there has been endless criticism of Freudian and Jungian theories. If you ask me, that is beside the point. Whether their work is fact or fiction, who cares. Well I do, but my point is that these people are legends in their own rights.

We can all come up with theories, we're all capable. But the ability to convince people to buy into our ideas, that takes a certain kinda character. These men believed with every sense of their being that their theories were the mother of all explanations to the human psyche. A little arrogant? I'll say.

But again, that is not the point.

I was wondering, if we put our heart and soul into something we believe in...something that makes so much sense to us, would we also be able to attract the attention of others? They say that people who are happy and successful in life are often those who are passionate about their work. I don't know, could this be?

Then again, I wouldn't say that Freud was a very happy person, yet his work inspired the way we think today. In fact, wasn't it said that towards the end of his life he was severely depressed? That he had seen his life work as a failure?

ahh...the tortured soul is one that is nothing lack of genius...

Despite all the bashing of their theories, I have the utmost admiration for these men who lived their lives to the fullest. They found a passion and went with it. Imagine what an adventure their lives must have been, days and nights filled with heated intellectual debates over the romantic setting of olden Europe...

Why are our lives not like that? The modern day lifestyle is so boring and unromantic...

Do people not stand up for what they believe in anymore? I refuse to believe that money is the motivating factor for life. Perhaps in this reality it is, which is sad.

Perhaps I belong to an era that is not this one...

Now that's an idea...