We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
Tom RobbinsRead
For most people, self-awareness and self-pity blossom simultaneously in early adolescence. It's about that time that we start viewing the world as something other than a whoop-de-doo playground, we start to experience personally how threatening it can be, how cruel and unjust. At the very moment when we become, for the first time, both introspective and socially conscientious, we receive the bad news that the world, by and large, doesn't give a rat's ass.
Interpretation
Self-awareness often arises during adolescence, bringing both insight and disappointment about the world.
In this quote, Tom Robbins reflects on the dual emergence of self-awareness and self-pity in early adolescence. He suggests that as young individuals begin to understand themselves and the complexities of social dynamics, they also confront the harsh reality that the world can be unforgiving and indifferent to their feelings and experiences. This transition marks a significant shift from a carefree childhood to a more nuanced understanding of life's challenges.
In practice
This quote could be used during a discussion about teenage development in a psychology class.
We're our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
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