Many people’s most intuitive feeling after reading this work by Goethe Goethe is two words: pretentious. In the eyes of most people, the protagonist Vitte is too fragile, and he suffers from mental illness and even commits suicide because he falls in love with someone he shouldn't love. But think about it, such examples are still not uncommon even in our modern society. So are they too fragile or are we too hard?
Before analyzing this problem, we must first notice the era environment in which Goethe was in at that time: at the end of the 18th century, Germany was still under a feudal social system, and there was very little room for people to develop freely. In order to gain status, they can only flatter and follow the crowd, and are very repulsive of their true nature. Witt in Goethe's work is a representative of his true nature. He dares to express his opinions that are contrary to other nobles, so he is often regarded as an alien. Therefore, this work is often regarded as a symbol of the manifestation of romanticism .
In addition, this work has an autobiographical nature. Goethe's own experience is very similar to the story in "The Troubles of Young Werther". And Goethe seems to fall in love with a woman who is engaged more than once. He himself also had the idea of suicide because of the pain of love. It can be said that this work saved him. When he was extremely angry, he turned his emotions into words and wrote this work full of passion and melancholy in just four weeks.
This book takes the form of a letter, and gradually reveals Werte's collapsed mental state through letters. He fell in love with Lute, but Lute's fiancé Albert is a very outstanding man. He is energetic and has his own career, which is something that Witt does not have. This made Witt feel very depressed.
still needs to raise a cliché question here, that is, the fundamental reason for all this. I think it is not because Witt is too fragile, nor because of love that has never been around, but because Witt is too idle. It seemed as if he had admired Lutty as the only thing he could do. Because he inherited his father's inheritance, he had no worries about food and clothing, and he was also unwilling to go to the workplace to see people's faces. He simply hid in the beautiful paradise, admired the beauty, and thought about life. This kind of foundationless life is doomed to Werther's failure.
Now look back and think about the question in the first paragraph, about those who commit suicide for love, are they too fragile or are we too hard? I want to say, if you have such melancholy friends around you, try to enlighten them more. Encourage them to keep themselves busy, find a more promising goal, and then fight for it.