We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I recognize that I'm human, and the older I get, the more I realize how fallible I am, how fallible we all are.
Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more.
We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.
We live in an epoch of denudation.
The mind cannot be securely anchored. If we do not advance, we go backward. If we do not grow, we decay. If we do not develop, we shrink and shrivel.
We are immortal until our work on earth is done.
Positive emotion alienated from the exercise of character leads to emptiness, to inauthenticity, to depression, and, as we age, to the gnawing realization that we are fidgeting until we die.
We must expect to fail... but fail in a learning posture, determined no to repeat the mistakes, and to maximize the benefits from what is learned in the process.
Ageing is inevitable, and the idea that we can be eternally youthful is the pitfall of our society.
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.