But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Lord ByronRead
The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
Interpretation
Life is driven by the desire to feel and experience sensations, even if they involve pain.
This quote by Lord Byron emphasizes that the essence of life is rooted in our pursuit of sensations, regardless of whether they come from joy or suffering. The yearning for experiences, represented as a 'craving void,' propels individuals towards various activities such as gaming, battling, and traveling, as these endeavors provide a unique agitation that makes us feel alive and connected to our existence.
In practice
In a motivational speech about the value of experience, one might quote Byron to highlight the importance of embracing both highs and lows in life.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
Absence - that common cure of love.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes. I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions-as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
The trick is growing up without growing old.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
I can safely say that losing my mum at the age of 12 and therefore shutting down all of my emotions for the last 20 years has had a quite serious effect on not only my personal life but also my work as well.
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