This quote by Eva Stachniak illustrates the idea that weakness or vulnerability will attract others who may take advantage of it. Just like how goats will jump on a bent tree, people may exploit a situation or individual that is perceived as weak. This can serve as a metaphor for human behavior, warning us to be cautious of our vulnerabilities and not to expose ourselves to those who may take advantage of them.
The saying "If a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it" speaks to the idea that those who are perceived as weak or vulnerable are often taken advantage of by others. In our modern society, this can be seen in cases of bullying, discrimination, or exploitation of marginalized groups. It serves as a reminder to stand up for those who may be in a vulnerable position and to recognize the strength and resilience in those who may appear to be bent but are not broken.
This quote by Eva Stachniak illustrates the idea that when someone shows weakness or vulnerability, others are more likely to take advantage of the situation.
When the team leader was struggling with a challenging project, his colleagues saw it as an opportunity to slack off, proving the truth of the saying, "If a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it."
The politician's scandal caused a frenzy in the media, with journalists realizing that "if a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it" in their race to uncover further dirt.
This proverb by Eva Stachniak emphasizes the vulnerability of those who are already weakened or marginalized. It also highlights how easily individuals can be targeted when they are perceived as easy targets. Reflecting on this quote, consider the following questions:
“Life is a game and every player is cheating.”
“Where does destiny end and choice begin?”
“I was a tongue, a gazette. The bearer of "the truth of the whispers." I knew of hollowed books, trunks with false bottoms, and the meanders of secret corridors. I knew how to open hidden drawers in your escritoire, how to unseal your letter and make you think no one had touched it. If I had been in your room, I left the hair around your lock the way you had tied it. If you trusted the silence of the night, I had overheard your secrets.”
“It is a sunny fall afternoon and I’m engaged in one of my favorite pastimes—picking chestnuts. I’m playing alone under the spreading, leafy, protective tree. My mother is sitting on a bench nearby, rocking the buggy in which my sister is asleep. The city, beyond the lacy wall of trees, is humming with gentle noises. The sun has just passed its highest point and is warming me with intense, oblique rays. I pick up a reddish brown chestnut, and suddenly, through its warm skin, I feel the beat as if of a heart. But the beat is also in everything around me, and everything pulsates and shimmers as if it were coursing with the blood of life. Stooping under the tree, I’m holding life in my hand, and I am in the center of a harmonious, vibrating transparency. For that moment, I know everything there is to know. I have stumbled into the very center of plenitude, and I hold myself still with fulfillment, before the knowledge of my knowledge escapes me.”
“I know that like every woman of the people, I have more strength than I appear to have”
“For me, therapy is partly translation therapy, the talking cure a second-language cure. My going to a shrink is, among other things, a rite of initiation: initiation into the language of the subculture within which I happen to live, into a way of explaining myself to myself. But gradually, it becomes a project of translating backward. The way to jump over my Great Divine is to crawl backward over it in English. It's only when I retell my whole story, back to the beginning, and from the beginning onward, in one language, that I can reconcile the voices within me with each other; it is only then that the person who judges the voices and tells the stories begins to emerge.”