Weakness is a point of view
When we say that man is weak, what do we mean? This word of weakness indicates a relationship, a relationship of the being to whom it is applied. The one whose strength overrides his needs, was he an insect, a worm, is a strong being; the one whose needs override his strength, is he an elephant, a lion; is he a conqueror, a hero; is he a god; is he a weak being. The rebellious angel 1 who misunderstood his nature was weaker than the happy mortal who lives in peace according to his own. Man is very strong when he is content to be what he is; he is very weak when he wants to rise above humanity. Do not imagine, therefore, that by extending your faculties you extend your strength; on the contrary, you diminish it if your pride extends beyond it. Let us measure the radius of our sphere, and remain in the centre like the insect in the middle of its web; we will always be self-sufficient, and we will not have to complain about our weakness, for we will never feel it.
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.