The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the struggle people face when they realize they are responsible for their own lives rather than attributing their circumstances to luck or fate.
Anais Nin reflects on a profound realization that many people come to: the moment they understand they are in control of their own destinies, it can lead to a sense of despair rather than empowerment. This recognition strips away the comfort of blaming external factors for failures or hardships, and can be overwhelming, especially for those who are unprepared to embrace that responsibility in their lives.
In practice
This quote can be shared in conversations about personal growth in therapy sessions.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.
When you confer a benefit on those worthy of it, you confer a favor on all.
I know of no society in human history that ever suffered because its people became too desirous of evidence in support of their core beliefs.
Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.
That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.
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