Best choices are not those of the greatest number
So here is the first imperative: let us beware of following, like sheep, the herd of those who go before us, going not where we should go, but simply where others go. For nothing leads to greater misfortune than to conform to public rumor, believing that the best choices are those of the greatest number, to allow ourselves to be led by the multiplicity of examples - this because we live not according to reason but in a spirit of imitation. Hence the enormous crowd of people rushing at each other. What happens in a big stampede, when the crowd crashes into itself (those panics where no one falls without dragging someone else down and where the first ones cause the loss of the following ones), you can see it happening in life in general: no one falls into error by harming only himself. One is the cause, one is responsible for the mistakes of others.
It is therefore harmful to follow in the footsteps of those who precede us. As everyone prefers to believe rather than judge, when it comes to life, we never judge, we always believe. We are carried away in a whirlwind, thrown down a precipice by an error passed from hand to hand. We die from the examples of others; we will heal only if we distinguish ourselves from the crowd. But the truth is that the crowd stands up for its own evil. That is why what happens in the Centuriate Assembly (1) happens, where the very electors of the praetors (2) are astonished to see them elected when the fickle popularity has turned: we approve the very things we had disapproved of; this is the fate of any judgment given by a majority of votes.
When we come to the subject of the happy life, do not answer me as in those votes where one leans towards the most numerous: "This party seems to gather the most votes", because it is precisely for this reason that it is the most doubtful. Human affairs are not of such a nature, alas, that the best choices please the greatest number; and the proof of the worst is the crowd.
It seems that there is a very specific area in the brain which could be called poetic memory and which records what has charmed us, what has moved us, what gives our life its beauty.
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity... It is, in short, the subject of the history of the Grail. Only a predestined being has the ability to ask another: what is your torment? And he doesn't have it when he enters life. He has to go through years of dark night.
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
Almost everyone in the world is self-absorbed within themselves. They regard themselves as the most important beings. People rarely speak bad about themselves. They are the heroes in their own story no matter how much entanglement of lies and bullshit is needed to achieve a gratifying and satisfying version of the tale.
By observing their actions, you could trace back their thought pattern, intentions, interest, and vision. Stop for a moment and analyze the action. Stop caring about what they say, what they think about how the world should be, how everyone can execute their best, or why the world is so messed up. They speak whatever hell it takes to sound amazing. Listen to their actions. Listen only and only to their actions.
We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.