I am not. I am not greedy or myser, but I don’t feel capable of giving to others, to protect others, which is the real meaning of generosity. To give money, when money is required by the needy, is only a consequence of richness of the soul. Now in the soul I am poor. I do not belong to the human dialogue. The one who has been allotted by nature or environment with abundance of goods (emotions, strenghth of character, courage, security), can give and protect. The one who lived only on the edge of life, always threatened in his vital space can only take shelter in his burrow and go out only to beg. I am not proud of this, but it is part of misfortune, misfortune in its deepest meaning. Not to be able to give and protect is the gratest misfortune in life.
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
--Samuel Beckett