What is the source of mental energy in daily life? I'm sure there are many answers out there, as well as many who think this is nonsense. My understanding of the answer is captured well in the following quote from Tana French's novel, ``The Secret Place.''
You like things to be beautiful, Conway had said, and been right. Over my own dead body was I going to stake myself down somewhere, being someone, that didn't have all the beautiful I could cram into me. For ugly I could've stay where I started ... Call me arrogant, uppity, me the council-home kind thinking I deserved more. I've been sweating it since before I was old enough to understand the though: I was going to be more.Thursday, May 23, 2019: Energy is the capacity to deal with the element of luck (chance, randomness) in life. It creates an interesting alternative perspective for assessing philosophical issues like ``moral luck'' (see here for a good discussion of moral luck: https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/moral-luck/)
If I had to get there without friends, I could do it. Had been doing it. I'd never met anyone who brought me somewhere I wanted to stay; looked at me and saw someone I wanted to be for good; anyone who was worth giving up the more I wanted down the line.
It landed inside me the, there under the dead weight of the shadow of Kilda's, too late. That light I had seen on Holly and her mates, so bright it hurt, the rare thing I had come into that school looking to find and to envy; I had thought it came to them in the glow of old wood. I had been wrong. It had come from them. From the way they gave things up for each other, stripped branches off their future and set them ablaze. What had felt like beautiful to me on the other side of today, balustrades and madrigal, those were nothing. I had been missing the heart of it, all along.
Mackey had taken one sniff of me, known the whole story. ... Watched me fucked Kennedy over, and known exactly what was missing out of a person who would do that. ---pp.353-4