Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
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All composite things pass away. Strive for your own liberation with diligence.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Everything that is made up of parts will eventually come to an end, so it's important to work diligently towards your own freedom.
This quote by Gautama Buddha emphasizes the impermanence of all things that are composite in nature, highlighting that nothing lasts forever. It encourages individuals to focus on their own personal liberation, advocating for a dedicated and diligent pursuit of spiritual and personal growth amidst the transient nature of existence.
Themes
ImpermanenceLiberationDiligenceGrowthFreedom
In practice
Example use cases
During a meditation retreat, someone shared this quote to inspire deeper focus on self-liberation.
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