If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
Simone De BeauvoirRead
One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
Interpretation
Our lives are meaningful when we recognize and value the lives of others through love and compassion.
Simone De Beauvoir emphasizes the interconnectedness of human existence, positing that the value of one's own life is intrinsically linked to how one perceives and values the lives of others. By fostering love, friendship, indignation toward injustice, and compassion, we enrich our existence and affirm the worth of those around us, highlighting that a meaningful life is not lived in isolation but within a community of mutual respect and understanding.
In practice
During a graduation speech, to highlight the importance of community.
If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.
Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise." (p. 248)
To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.
Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.
As long as there have been men and they have lived, they have all felt this tragic ambiguity of their condition, but as long as there have been philosophers and they have thought, most of them have tried to mask it.
Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present β¦ Eating, sleeping, cleaning β the years no longer rise up towards heaven, they lie spread out ahead, grey and identical. The battle against dust and dirt is never won.
We're [President Barack Obama and I] clear on the fact that we have to stay humble and prayerful. We have to dig down deep to our roots. When things come together, we know some of it is Barack, some of it is us-but a lot of it has nothing to do with either of us.
I push against the tree and run away, stumbling, the unreal night playing with me, gravity pulling from below, behind, above, making me fall. And I run through a world that is rotating, conscious of the earth's spin, of our planet twirling as it careens through nothingness, of the stars spiraling above, of the uncertainty of everything, even ground, even sky. Mumtaz never calls out, although a thousand and one voices scream in my mind, sing, whisper, taunt me with madness.
There is a purpose to our lives, even if it is sometimes hidden from us, and even if the biggest turning points and heartbreaks only make sense as we look back, rather than as we are experiencing them. So we might as well live life as if - as the poet Rumi put it - everything is rigged in our favor.
I am this bundle of what has been, and what has been accomplished.
In apartments and cottages, on the street and in the train... I listen... More and more, I turn into one large ear, always turning to another person.
Depression is so treacherous - it can be so alluring as well as punishing. After all, it's yours and yours alone - no one else can interfere with it.
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