...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
Sylvia PlathRead
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Interpretation
The quote highlights the importance of choice in our emotional state, emphasizing active happiness versus passive sadness.
Sylvia Plath's quote reflects on the struggle between choosing an active, joyful life and succumbing to introspection that leads to sadness. It suggests that in navigating our emotions, we have the power to choose our path; however, the indecision or oscillation between these states can lead to inner turmoil.
In practice
In a motivational speech about mental health.
...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.
The hardest thing, I think, is to live richly in the present, without letting it be tainted & spoiled out of fear for the future or regret for a badly-managed past.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?
I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.
It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.
I don't regret what I've been through. I've had ups and downs, super highs and some really low lows. I've been so blessed that I could never say, "I wish this didn't happen." It's part of who I am. There's nothing in my life that's so ugh.
We both grew up in the atmosphere of struggle, both Ossie and me, ... I come out of Harlem and Harlem comes out of me - wailing police sirens and street parties, rumors and landlords, that cultural, spiritual scene. And Ossie came up from the South, where struggle and dying were part of everyday life. That is who we are.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Life does not acommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
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