...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Interpretation
The fear of becoming irrelevant despite having potential is deeply unsettling.
This quote by Sylvia Plath reflects a profound concern about the possibility of living a life that feels unfulfilled and pointless, especially for those who possess talent and education. It highlights the anxiety of not utilizing one's gifts and fading into a life of mediocrity, emphasizing the importance of purpose and meaningful contributions in the face of time's relentless passage.
In practice
In a motivational speech about finding one's passion and purpose.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
One of my greatest pleasures in my writing has come from the thought that perhaps my work might annoy someone of comfortably pretentious position. Then comes the realization that such people rarely read.
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches.
To be thrown upon one's own resources, is to be cast in the very lap of fortune.
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.
The intellectual attainments of a man who thinks for himself resemble a fine painting, where the light and shade are correct, the tone sustained, the colour perfectly harmonised; it is true to life. On the other hand, the intellectual attainments of the mere man of learning are like a large palette, full of all sorts of colours, which at most are systematically arranged, but devoid of harmony, connection and meaning.
I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.
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