You stayed around your children as long as you could, inhaling the ambient gold shavings of their childhood, and at the last minute you tried to see them off into life and hoped that the little piece of time you’d given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldn’t know the outcome for a long time.
And didn't it always go like that--body parts not lining up the way you wanted them to, all of it a little bit off, as if the world itself were an animated sequence of longing and envy and self-hatred and grandiosity and failure and success, a strange and endless cartoon loop that you couldn't stop watching, because, despite all you knew by now, it was still so interesting.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life often presents us with a mix of emotions and experiences, intertwining our desires with feelings of inadequacy and complexity.
This quote reflects on the human experience of feeling disconnected from our own bodies and aspirations. It captures the essence of a life filled with contradictions and a continuous cycle of emotions, such as longing, envy, and a sense of both failure and success. Despite the struggles, there is an inherent fascination in observing this dynamic and intricate dance of feelings, suggesting that life, with all its imperfections, remains captivating.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a mental health awareness event, to highlight the complexities of human emotions.
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