You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.
Elizabeth GilbertRead
We have hands; we can stand on them if we want to. That's our privilege. That's the joy of a mortal body. And that's why God needs us. Because God loves to feel things through our hands.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the unique ability of humans to experience the world through their physical body and actions.
Elizabeth Gilbert's quote reflects on the profound connection between humanity and the divine, suggesting that our physical existence and ability to act gives us a distinct purpose. By using our hands, we not only create and shape our environment but also allow a deeper experience of love and life, making our bodies a vessel for divine expression.
In practice
During a motivational speech to inspire creativity in the workplace.
You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.
Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.
I had always been taught that the pursuit of happiness was my natural (even national) birthright. It is the emotional trademark of my culture to seek happiness. Not just any kind of happiness, either, but profound happiness, even soaring happiness. And what could possibly bring a person more soaring happiness than romantic love.
When I tried this morning, after an hour or so of unhappy thinking, to dip back into my meditation, I took a new idea with me: compassion. I asked my heart if it could please infuse my soul with a more generous perspective on my mind's workings. Instead of thinking that I was a failure, could I perhaps accept that I am only a human being--and a normal one, at that?
And when you sense a faint potentiality for happiness after such dark times you must grab onto the ankles of that happiness and not let go until it drags you face-first out of the dirt - this is not selfishness, but obligation. You were given life; it is your duty to find something beautiful within life no matter how slight.
But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.
Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
When people have points of reference that are humanizing, that demystifies difference.
Finally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.
It is not an act of kindness to treat animals respectfully. It is an act of justice.
Psychoanalysis has a degree of unreliability about it. You will never know whether you've found the truth. You may find a subjective truth, but you don't know.
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