How must you live your life?
Sometimes it depends on what you have and what you decide to do with it. Simone Weil was a beautiful mind. If minds could exist on their own and see each other Simone Weil’s would probably be the Marilyn Monroe of minds with the other pulsating consciousness lusting after her and making her the focal point of their masturbatory dreams. She made good use of what she had, studying even the esoteric, teaching, writing one penetrating essay after another about politics, humankind, love, God. She died very young—34 years old—but she had done so much that her friend Simone Petrement was able to come up with a biography this thick with every thing she had done, said and wrote during her brief life.
She was Jewish, on the verge of getting baptised into the Catholic faith but couldn’t get herself reconciled with the apparent cruelty of the God of the Old Testament and the questions she had raised but couldn’t find any adequate answers to. She probably died a virgin, never had even a boyfriend, most likely never loved romantically, never cared about her appearance, or fashion, ate very little and had constant headaches. Many considered her a saint. But what a saint! She carried a gun during the Spanish civil war. When Hitler invaded Czechoslovakia she wanted do organize a team of parachutists so she can be there and help defend the country. When her own country (France) was next invaded by the Nazis she wanted to organise frontline nurses to help the dying and wounded. When she contracted tuberculosis she had refused food because her countrymen were starving too.
And so she died with bad lungs, an empty stomach and failed organs.