And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.
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Being, not doing, is my first joy.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True happiness comes from simply being present rather than constantly striving to achieve.
This quote emphasizes the importance of embracing our existence and finding joy in the present moment rather than becoming overly focused on actions and accomplishments. It suggests that fulfillment can be found in simply being rather than doing, highlighting a more mindful and reflective approach to life.
Themes
JoyBeingPresenceMindfulnessHappiness
In practice
Example use cases
A motivational speaker may use this quote to encourage mindfulness in a workshop.
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By daily dying, I have come to be.
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The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
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