"It is the fight alone that pleases us, not the victory"
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Pascal’s line slices against the tidy moral of achievement culture: we don’t actually want to win as much as we want to struggle. The phrasing is spare, almost clinical, but it carries a sly psychological accusation. “Alone” and “not” do the heavy lifting, turning what sounds like a motivational platitude into a diagnosis of appetite. Victory, in Pascal’s view, is an ending; the fight is a theater. We crave the motion, the stakes, the self-story that effort allows us to inhabit.
The intent sits squarely in Pascal’s larger project: exposing the ways humans dodge the terror of stillness. In the Pensees, he’s obsessed with divertissement, the distractions we invent to avoid confronting our finitude and dependence on God. The fight is one of the most socially acceptable diversions: it looks like virtue (discipline, courage, ambition) while functioning like anesthesia. Win, and the spell breaks; the mind has to face what’s next, what’s empty, what’s unmasterable. So we quietly prefer a world where the goal stays just out of reach, because longing is a reliable engine and satisfaction is a shutdown.
That’s why the line still feels uncomfortably current. Late-capitalist identity is built on perpetual pursuit: side hustles, optimization, self-improvement arcs that can’t end without collapsing the narrative. Pascal isn’t romanticizing grit; he’s warning that even our noblest striving can be a way of fleeing ourselves. Victory doesn’t please because it forces a reckoning. The fight pleases because it postpones it.
The intent sits squarely in Pascal’s larger project: exposing the ways humans dodge the terror of stillness. In the Pensees, he’s obsessed with divertissement, the distractions we invent to avoid confronting our finitude and dependence on God. The fight is one of the most socially acceptable diversions: it looks like virtue (discipline, courage, ambition) while functioning like anesthesia. Win, and the spell breaks; the mind has to face what’s next, what’s empty, what’s unmasterable. So we quietly prefer a world where the goal stays just out of reach, because longing is a reliable engine and satisfaction is a shutdown.
That’s why the line still feels uncomfortably current. Late-capitalist identity is built on perpetual pursuit: side hustles, optimization, self-improvement arcs that can’t end without collapsing the narrative. Pascal isn’t romanticizing grit; he’s warning that even our noblest striving can be a way of fleeing ourselves. Victory doesn’t please because it forces a reckoning. The fight pleases because it postpones it.
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| Topic | Perseverance |
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