I did not understand it when I first read the book. I even wrote here about other topics discussed in that book, but it was not until months later that I entirely understood what the title meant. The unbearable lightness of being (Milan Kundera, 1984) starts with a discussion about the light and the heavy. We obsess about making life heavy because that provides meaning. And we desperately desire meaning. Anniversaries. Contracts. Conflicts. Love. We feel that turning a round number of years is a big thing. Our heart sinks when we sign a contract for many years. We feel hurt when someone criticises us. We want love to be forever. But all that heaviness is only in our minds. We just turn one day older. Contracts are often widely ignored. Conflict vanishes as soon as we stop caring about it. And love might be the most volatile feeling one could think of. That lightness clashes with our obsession for heaviness, making life meaningless. And that is unbearable.

We just need to be as light as the wind to make the heaviest wind turbine turn