Contessa reads from selected works by artists of her time. She takes some truths away from this, like:
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Originally Posted by UT
What is the meaning of life? Contessa finds it in the recognition of others. It's not enough simply to accomplish, others must find the accomplishments remarkable.
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Originally Posted by glatt
people are happy when they are in control
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Originally Posted by BrownThrasher
living in the now
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Originally Posted by jag
if I was unhappy there was a reason for it and the solution was to deal with that reason
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for it is this reason that she seeks.
If she relinquishes control will she be in the now? Is this this cause of her unhappiness? So she ponders, and remains steadfast in her regular state of pensive concentration. All this thinking, she thinks, is no good.
Other people's recognition, and acceptance, and respect, is important to Contessa. It occurs to her that this may be a result of a sorrowful childhood with few friends, seeing madness in her parents and fighting, and longing for more money, to be the same, and to be liked. Knowing as she does this is both a likely and unlikely story, she again dissolves into thought and analysis.
Just one person, she thinks, will do; to know me and think I am wonderful.
This, she realises, is behind her search for true love, and knows she is not the only one.
Contessa hopes sincerely her story may help others, and herself. But knows that people rarely change, and she will yet lack satisfaction in a life that no one knows is remarkable.