We may lose our memory as we get older, but this might not be such a bad thing - who wants to drag a mental junkyard around at a time of life when you're starting to grow interesting little wings?
Interpretation
As we age, forgetting certain things can be liberating, allowing us to grow and embrace new beginnings.
This quote reflects on the idea that losing memories with age may not be purely negative; it suggests that shedding the burdens of the past can create space for personal growth and new experiences. The metaphor of 'growing interesting little wings' implies a transformative process, where forgetting old burdens can lead to new opportunities and the freedom to explore life's possibilities.
In practice
This quote would be perfect for a speech about aging and personal development.
Sometimes I wonder if the semi-conscious agenda of the media is to get between people and their souls. It is the the soul with its myriad tiny nerve endings that notices the neglected pathos, poignancy and practicality that lies at the heart of life. It's as if the media are somehow irritated and envious that anonymous people should have the quiet brilliance of their rich and sustainable inner lives.
Perhaps life is actually more confusing and unknowable to an adult than a child, but grown-ups have learned to deceive themselves and act as if they understand what's going on; and some are elected to high office on the basis of their ability to create this impression.
What a magical thing is the bed, and what a vulnerable, innocent creature is the sleeping human - the human who never looks more truthful or pitiful or benign; the curled-up, childlike dreaming soul who has for a few hours become an angel adrift.
So few humans seem to fully exist themselves that I wonder if all this endless speculation and haggling about God is really an exploration of a more interesting and embarrassing question about ourselves.
Because the twentieth century was a century of violence, let us make the twenty-first a century of dialogue.
The Rudderless World is not shaped by vague metaphysical Forces. It is not God who kills the Children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the Dogs. ... It´s us. Only us.
There are no happy endings in history, only crisis points that pass.
If you have rooms that are very homogeneous, that have all had the same life experiences and educational backgrounds, and they're all relatively wealthy, their perspective on the world is going to mirror what they already know. That can be dangerous when we're making systems that will affect so many diverse populations.
An hour's history of two minds is well told in a game of chess.
It is neither just nor human so to grind men down with excessive labour as to stupefy their minds and wear out their bodies.
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