We all need someone to look at us. It would be possible to divide into four categories, depending on the type of look under which we want to live: The first category looked forward to an infinite amount of anonymous eyes, or in other words, the look of the public. The second category is formed by those who need to live the gaze of many known eyes. These are the tireless cocktails and dinner organizers. Then there is the third category, those who need the look of the loved one. And there is also a fourth category, the most precious one, that of those who live under the imaginary look of absent people. They are the dreamers.
by Milan Kundera
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The quote highlights the essential human need for recognition and connection, categorizing this longing into four different types of gazes. The first type reflects a desire for the attention of an anonymous audience, where the public's perception plays a significant role in one's self-worth. The second type involves the gaze of familiar faces, emphasizing the social aspect of relationships where individuals seek validation through social gatherings and interactions.

The third category focuses on the profound need for the attention of a loved one, capturing the intimate bonds we form with those closest to us. Finally, the fourth category encompasses the dreamers who thrive under the imagined gaze of those who are absent, suggesting that even in their absence, the influence of significant figures can shape our aspirations and identities. Each category reveals a unique facet of how we perceive ourselves in relation to others.

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