I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
Jimi HendrixRead
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
Interpretation
Nothing is permanent, and all things eventually come to an end.
This quote by Jimi Hendrix reflects on the transient nature of life and the inevitability of change and loss. Even things that seem solid and enduring, like castles made of sand, will eventually succumb to the forces of nature, reminding us to appreciate the present and recognize the impermanence of our circumstances.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, one might quote Hendrix to emphasize that we must accept change.
I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
Technically, I'm not a guitar player, all I play is truth and emotion.
I try all night to play a pretty note.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
It's time for a new National Anthem. America is divided into two definite divisions. The easy thing to cop out with is sayin' black and white. You can see a black person. But now to get down to the nitty-gritty, it's getting' to be old and young - not the age, but the way of thinking. Old and new, actually... because there's so many even older people that took half their lives to reach a certain point that little kids understand now.
... with Voodoo Child somebody was filming when we started doing that. We did that about three times because they wanted to film us in the studio, to make us (imitates a pompous voice) 'make it look like you're recording boys' - one of them scenes, you know, so okey, let's play this and then we went into Voodoo Child
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''
It was his subconscious which told him this - that infuriating part of a person's brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.
Nature seems at each man's birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being.
Pleasure, so called, is the murderer of serious thought. This is the age of excessive amusement. Everybody craves for it, like a babe for its rattle!
Going from PayPal, I thought: 'Well, what are some of the other problems that are likely to most affect the future of humanity?' Not from the perspective, 'What's the best way to make money?'
I'm not religious, but I'm very spiritual.
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