Quote by Ayrton Senna

These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are at the same moment you are doing something that nobody else is able to do. The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile.


These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are

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This quote highlights the paradox of being at the peak of one's abilities while acknowledging one's vulnerability. It suggests that even when someone is unmatched in their skills, hailed as the best and unassailable, they remain acutely aware of their inherent fragility. It serves as a reminder that despite external achievements, everyone is susceptible to life's uncertainties and challenges. It emphasizes the humbling nature of realizing one's own mortality and the need to stay grounded amidst success and adulation.

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