Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.
Franz KafkaRead
Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that perfection is linked to inactivity while the act of beginning entails embracing our smallness and taking action.
Franz Kafka's quote reflects on the duality of existence and human experience, portraying the tension between striving for perfection through inaction and the idea that true beginnings involve purposeful action, no matter how humble. It implies that while aiming for an ideal might lead one toward stillness, embracing our less-than-perfect state encourages growth and action, ultimately fostering progress and self-discovery.
In practice
Using this quote at the beginning of a motivational speech about overcoming fear and taking action.
Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.
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For when they see the people swarm into the streets, and daily wet to the skin with rain, and yet cannot persuade them to go out of the rain, they do keep themselves within their houses, seeing they cannot remedy the folly of the people.
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