I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
The nine-to-five is one of the greatest atrocities sprung upon mankind. You give your life to a function that doesn't interest you. This situation so repelled me that I was driven to drink, starvation, and mad females, simply as an alternative.
Interpretation
The quote criticizes the conventional work routine, suggesting it robs people of their passion and purpose.
Charles Bukowski's quote expresses a deep disdain for the monotonous nine-to-five work model, which he views as a dehumanizing experience that compels individuals to sacrifice their passions and interests. He conveys that this oppressive routine can lead to destructive behaviors as people seek alternative means to cope with the stifling nature of their jobs, thereby highlighting the need for a more fulfilling approach to life and work.
In practice
This quote could be used in a motivational speech about pursuing passion over conventional career paths.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
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