I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a sense of apathy towards life and the struggle to find meaning or enjoyment in experiences.
In this quote, Fernando Pessoa conveys a deep existential crisis where he reflects on his detachment from the world around him. He suggests that he has lost interest not only in the pleasures of life but also in the very act of critiquing or evaluating those pleasures as tasteless. This portrays a profound sense of ennui and intellectual fatigue that can accompany periods of despair or disillusionment.
In practice
During a discussion on existentialism, one might refer to this quote to illustrate feelings of disconnection.
I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.
It's been months since I last wrote. I've lived in a state of mental slumber, leading the life of someone else. I've felt, very often, a vicarious happiness. I haven't existed. I've been someone else. I've lived without thinking.
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.
My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.
The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.
Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!
Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.
The men of the press, who despised their own profession, did not know why they were enjoying it today. One of them, a young man with years of notorious success behind him and a cynical look of twice his age, said suddenly, 'I know what I'd like to be: I wish I could be a man who covers news!'
I decided early in graduate school that I needed to do something about my moods. It quickly came down to a choice between seeing a psychiatrist or buying a horse. Since almost everyone I knew was seeing a psychiatrist, and since I had an absolute belief that I should be able to handle my own problems, I naturally bought a horse.
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It is given to no human being to stereotype a set of truths, and walk safely by their guidance with his mind's eye closed.
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