Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Robert Louis StevensonRead
I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the tension between our instinctual desires and our spiritual obligations.
In this quote, Robert Louis Stevenson captures the human experience of sitting in a moment of leisure while grappling with the conflicting aspects of our nature: the instinctual, animalistic side that revels in sensory pleasures and memories, and the more contemplative, spiritual side that recognizes the need for responsibility and reflection. This duality highlights the struggle many face between giving in to immediate gratification and striving for higher moral or spiritual aspirations.
In practice
In a meditation group discussing the balance of indulgence and discipline.
Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.
The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions.
It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.
A day will come when the civilized world will deny its God, when the Church will doubt as Peter doubted. She will be tempted to believe that man has become God. In our churches, Christians will search in vain for the red lamp where God awaits them. Like Mary Magdalene, weeping before the empty tomb, they will ask, ‘Where have they taken Him?’
The energy of the mind is the essence of life.
Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.
Where can we go to find God if we cannot see Him in our own hearts and in every living being.
I must also have a dark side if I am to be whole.
The imagination never forgets; it is a re-membering. It is not foundationless, but most reasonable, and it alone uses all the knowledge of the intellect.
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