Quote by Milan Kundera

We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always a sketch. No sketch is not quite the right word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch of nothing, an outline with no picture.

We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an act

Summary

This quote suggests that life is unpredictable and often chaotic, comparing it to an actor stepping on stage without any prior preparation. It emphasizes the importance of living in the present moment, as life itself is the only practice we have. The analogy of life being a sketch implies that it lacks a fixed plan or purpose, devoid of a clear image or direction. This highlights the ephemeral and transient nature of existence, implying that life is a continuous process of experimentation without a defined endpoint or outcome.

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