My simplistic view on the ethical way to live has only two basic rules: 1). To pursue one’s own happiness; and 2). Do not hurt others.
My second rule immediately runs me into a dilemma when it concerns romantic relationship, which I guess is the real topic here. If I haven’t hurt many other people in the world, I know for sure that I have hurt, one time or another, one way or another, nearly all the people who love or loved me and who are or have been closest to me. On the other hand, I have also been hurt most gravely by people whom I love the most. Why is that? Is it because only those whom we love the most are able to hurt us the most? I don’t have an answer, yet.
If we take Michael’s analogy of perfecting one’s moral way of living with that of perfecting a complex skill, I’d say that like any other pursuits, the attempt at perfection of a moral life is also a never-ending struggle. The moment that you are satisfied and stop trying, is likely the moment that you are going to blunder. One thing I know for sure is that nobody, no matter how mature/moral/perfect they may be, can promise not to make any more mistakes in life. A person’s happiness is also not a static thing. Looking back on my own life, it has been a constant struggle only intermitted with fleeting moments of blissful joy and happiness. I expect that the struggle will continue until the day I die. I think the important thing is that I shall be able to say that I have lived my life full when the day comes.
Finally, to get back to the real topic of The Affair, all I am able to say is that except in very few rare cases, nobody knows exactly what’s going on behind the bedroom door of others.
(Edited by Hong Zhang on 2/15, 2:40pm)