To feed men and not to love them is to treat them as if they were barnyard cattle. To love them and not respect them is to treat them as if they were household pets.
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A trail through the mountains, if used, becomes a path in a short time, but, if unused, becomes blocked by grass in an equally short time.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that paths, like habits or skills, require use to remain effective; otherwise, they become overgrown and unusable.
In this quote, Mencius illustrates the importance of consistent action in maintaining a path, which serves as a metaphor for various aspects of life. Just as a trail can become overgrown when neglected, our skills, relationships, and personal growth may stagnate without regular practice or engagement. This highlights the transient nature of effort and the necessity of continual involvement to keep things clear and functional.
Themes
PathNatureEffortGrowthAction
In practice
Example use cases
During a motivational speech about personal development.
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