You can't measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.
Jorge Luis BorgesRead
When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the struggle of self-awareness and the burden of existence.
In this quote, Jorge Luis Borges expresses a profound sense of astonishment and perhaps discomfort in recognizing one's own identity each day. The phrase suggests that waking up brings not just the beginning of a new day, but also an awareness of the complexities and challenges of being who we are, highlighting the weight of self-existence.
Themes
SelfExistenceIdentityAstonishmentAwareness
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a philosophy class discussion about self-awareness.
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