...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
Rohinton MistryRead
What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of being aware of mortality to live a more meaningful and compassionate life.
Rohinton Mistry reflects on the folly of youth and the tendency to feel invincible, suggesting that a conscious awareness of our mortality can profoundly affect how we choose to live. By reminding ourselves of our limited time, we can prioritize kindness, love, and authenticity over trivial concerns and negativity, enriching our experience and relationships.
In practice
In a leadership seminar, to encourage empathy and understanding among team members.
...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.
There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.
Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
Our greatest duty and our main responsibility is to help others. But please, if you can't help them, would you please not hurt them.
Vulnerability is not weakness. And that myth is profoundly dangerous.... Vulnerability is the birthplace of connection and the path to the feeling of worthiness. If it doesn't feel vulnerable, the sharing is probably not constructive.
When we reach reflexively for something to dull an ache inside of us, in that very moment of reaching, we are hiding from our pain. We're storing it away. Tamping it down.
We're terrified of not having the answers, and we would sometimes rather assert an incorrect answer than make our peace with the fact that we really don't know.
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently.
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