I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Words were my only truth. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the struggle between dreams and reality, highlighting the fragility of aspirations.
Fernando Pessoa explores the complexities of self-perception and the fragility of dream versus reality in this quote. He describes himself as an ironic dreamer, someone who observes their own unattainable ideals while feeling disconnected from their true self. The imagery of holding sand, which slips away like failed dreams, suggests that what he hoped for was never tangible. Words serve as his only solace and truth, indicating a profound relationship with language amidst the ephemeral nature of his aspirations.
In practice
In a graduation speech to inspire students to pursue their dreams despite failures.
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.
Cannons and fire-arms are cruel and damnable machines; I believe them to have been the direct suggestion of the Devil. If Adam had seen in a vision the horrible instruments his children were to invent, he would have died of grief.
Power was my weakness and my temptation.
Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
Society cannot continue to disable themselves through their need to categorize people or make assumptions as to another individual's abilities.
Anger, depression, guilt, and shame are the product of the thinking that is at the base of violence on our planet.
Many of us spend our entire lives in the same bubble - we surround ourselves with people who share our opinions, speak the way we speak, and look the way we look. We fear leaving those familiar surroundings, which is natural, but through exploration of the unfamiliar we stop focusing on the labels that define WHAT we are and discover WHO we are.
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