You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
David Foster WallaceRead
My whole life I've been a fraud. I'm not exaggerating. Pretty much all I've ever done all the time is try to create a certain impression of me in other people. Mostly to be liked or admired. It's a little more complicated than that, maybe. But when you come right down to it it's to be liked, loved. Admired, approved of, applauded, whatever. You get the idea.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the struggle for authenticity and the desire for acceptance from others.
David Foster Wallace's quote delves into the internal conflict of presenting oneself in a way that seeks approval and admiration from others, revealing a sense of fraudulence in the pursuit of being liked and loved. It highlights the complexities of human relationships and the often hidden motivations behind our actions, suggesting that much of our social interactions are based on a façade rather than true self-expression.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about being true to oneself.
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
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Acceptance is usually more a matter of fatigue than anything else.
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As a child there's a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one...each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.
So many years of preparation, for what was called adult life: was it for this?
I've been everywhere in the world, seen everything, had everything a man can have.
It is true that I had wanted to die , but that is peculiarly different from regretting having been born. Overwhelmingly, I was enormously glad to have been born, grateful for life, and I couldn’t imagine not wanting to pass on life to someone else.
Indeed it is possible to stand with one foot on the inevitable 'banana peel' of life with both eyes peering into the Great Beyond, and still be happy, comfortable, and serene - if we will even so much as smile.
It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.
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