The hurricane doesn't care what we think of its path.
- acceptance
- control
- reality
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When you see the structure of interests, you understand: nothing in this world is personal. No one wishes you harm. Everyone is simply pursuing their goals, tracing their vectors through space. And if you see this, you're no longer a bowling pin getting knocked down. You're a player who sees the whole board.
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Half of your stress isn't about the problem itself. It's about how afraid you are of not solving it or looking weak.