Love is generally confused with dependence; but in point of fact, you can love only in proportion to your capacity for independence.
Joy is the zest that you get out of using your talents, your understanding, the totality of your being, for great aims...That's the kind of feeling that goes with creativity. That's why I say the courage to create. Creation does not come out of simply what you're born with. That must be united with your courage, both of which cause anxiety, but also great joy.
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What this quote means
Joy comes from using your talents and being creative, which requires courage and leads to fulfillment.
Rollo May's quote emphasizes the connection between joy and creativity, suggesting that true fulfillment arises when individuals use their unique talents and total self for ambitious goals. It highlights the importance of courage in the creative process, acknowledging that while the act of creation can induce anxiety, it ultimately offers profound joy. This joy is described as an essential ingredient of life that merges one's innate abilities with the bravery necessary to pursue those aspirations.
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Example use cases
In a speech about pursuing your passions, one could use this quote to illustrate the joy found in creativity.
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