I'm not doing anything, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
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Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.
Interpretation
What this quote means
One should strive to live life well, as it is too valuable to waste.
This quote by Paulo Coelho emphasizes the importance of living life to its fullest potential. It suggests that whether life is perceived as short or long, it is a luxury to live poorly and implies that one should actively seek a meaningful and fulfilling existence.
Themes
LifeLivingFulfillmentMeaningValue
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used as an introduction to a motivational speech about making the most out of life.
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