Good morning, you gorgeous creature! How was your bank holiday weekend?
Today I’d like to have a chat about temptation and what it means to each of us. To a married person it might mean avoiding the temptation to flirt with an attractive stranger; to a student it could be staying home to revise on a Saturday night. To a lot of Londoners it’s deciding not to push tourists down the escalators, and for pretty much everyone it’s not kicking your television in when Simon Cowell makes an appearance on it.
Being tempted in any sense is a bit of an ordeal, because it combines two juxtaposing things: the opportunity to have something that we want, and the anticipation of impending doom. It’s lovely to imagine obtaining something that would make us happy, but the key is to remember that that happiness would only be fleeting. The person on a strict diet is only happy for as long as takes to consume a doughnut, and the recovering alcoholic who falls off the wagon will only have their hangover as a souvenir of the fun times. Greatness comes before a fall, look before you leap and bad things come to those who just can’t wait.
The key to successfully defeating temptation is, bizarrely, not to avoid it. Repeatedly facing temptation makes us better at seeing it for what it is: a very temporary sensation that would have catastrophic effects in the long run. Not many people have the clear-sightedness to see past the moment of temptation, but the more times we come up against these moments, the better we become at looking beyond them. George Bernard Shaw said, “virtue is insufficient temptation”, but I think virtue is actually temptation that got bored and was eventually forced to leave us alone. We won’t become people we are proud of by avoiding the things that could ruin us: we become those people by standing up to our demons and saying “bog off, demons. I’ve got better things to do.”
Speaking of which, have a glorious Tuesday. I hope you tick lots of things off your to do list.