Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
If the traveller can find A virtuous and wise companion Let him go with him joyfully And overcome the dangers of the way. But if you cannot find Friend or master to go with you, Travel on alone.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes the importance of companionship in life's journey, while also encouraging independence when such companions are not available.
In this quote, Gautama Buddha conveys the essence of life's journey as one that can be enhanced through the presence of wise and virtuous companions. However, he also stresses the significance of self-reliance, suggesting that if one is unable to find a supportive friend or mentor, it is better to continue on one's path alone rather than remain stagnant. This reflects the duality of seeking connection while also valuing personal strength and resilience.
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Example use cases
In a motivational speech about personal growth and independence, this quote serves to inspire others to seek wise companions while reinforcing the value of self-sufficiency.
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Make an island of yourself, make yourself your refuge; there is no other refuge. Make truth your island, make truth your refuge; there is no other refuge.
When a wise man is advised of his errors, he will reflect on and improve his conduct. When his misconduct is pointed out, a foolish man will not only disregard the advice but rather repeat the same error.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
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