I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
I had no Freedom. I had nothing.
Interpretation
This quote reflects a profound sense of emptiness and constraint experienced by the speaker.
In this quote, Charles Bukowski expresses the feeling of being trapped and devoid of freedom and possessions. It suggests a deep existential crisis where the individual feels that without freedom, life loses its meaning, highlighting the essential nature of liberation and fulfillment in the human experience.
In practice
In a discussion about personal freedom and existential crises, this quote can illustrate the depths of feeling trapped.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns
The masses are always wrong...Wisdom is doing everything the crowd does not do. All you do is reverse the totality of their learning and you have the heaven they're looking for.
I'm going to open another vottle. not a vottle, but a bottle. you open it and I'll drink it. and you try to write as much as I did without falling off of your chair.
To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, canβt sit still, move, or even go decently insane.
I lapsed into my pathetic cut-off period. Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I donβt want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brain shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know that I am not there.
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
Blessed be He, Who came into the world for no other purpose than to suffer.
It is not down in any map; true places never are.
To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that all is well.
It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.
One of the things that I've come to understand is that as I talk a lot about Picard, what I find is that I'm talking about myself.
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