Carl Jung, man … his words are a treasure box of quotes waiting to be mined for social media memes.
I was looking on Google this morning for a passage he wrote in his autobiography — Memories, Dreams, Reflections — and in passing discovered the above quote, not at all on the topic I was researching.
Nodding my head, I quickly downloaded the picture and uploaded it to my blog, eager to share it with all of you. Waiting for your “hell yeahs!” and your “don’t we know its!” and our joint agreement that life sure does begin at 40.
But then I stopped. Right here. On this very line.
Did Jung really write this? The sentence phrasing sounds more like an inspirational poster they sell at university bookstores than a statement made by Jung.
Then I stopped again. On this very line. Right here. And asked myself, “does it matter?”
Of course it does — in the long run scheme of things. No one should be out in the world molesting Carl Jung’s words and turning them into pretty pictures for Pinterest.
But in the short term scheme of things, maybe this sentiment was exactly what I was looking for today, and didn’t know it.
Or maybe this quote led me to write this post which led me to find this article which led me right back to the information I was looking for.
Jung, man.
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