Sometimes you need to stop working on the problem itself and instead change the environment that keeps it alive.
Sometimes you need to stop working on the problem itself and instead change the environment that keeps it alive.
Telegrams from Reality — page 3
Telegrams from Reality — page 3
A collection of brief insights, distilled from noise. Some emerged from dialogues with AI, others were decoded from life experience. Thoughts that disrupt autopilot, break patterns, and help see through to the essence of things. Entries: 50. Page 3.
Regret about the past is a mirror reflecting our dissatisfaction with the present.
Regret about the past is a mirror reflecting our dissatisfaction with the present.
To stop fearing the fall — that is flight.
The answer doesn’t need an arsenal of external props-no money, no outside approval, no perfect setup. It’s already in you once you stop scrambling and start listening. You don’t need superpowers, piles of cash, or anyone’s permission to face what’s gnawing at you. It’s already there-just stop spiraling.
The answer doesn’t need an arsenal of external props-no money, no outside approval, no perfect setup. It’s already in you once you stop scrambling and start listening. You don’t need superpowers, piles of cash, or anyone’s permission to face what’s gnawing at you. It’s already there-just stop spiraling.
Every problem is your ticket to a new version of you.
We cling to the old, to what’s familiar, even when it drives us mad, because we’re afraid of change. But you know — change is life itself.
We cling to the old, to what’s familiar, even when it drives us mad, because we’re afraid of change. But you know — change is life itself.
Fear of the unknown is only the shadow cast by our unrealized potential.
Fear of the unknown is only the shadow cast by our unrealized potential.
Perfection is a synonym for the end. It is the point after which growth is no longer possible.
Perfection is a synonym for the end. It is the point after which growth is no longer possible.
Every story is born from the ashes of its drafts
Inaccessibility is a mask behind which hides a soul longing for warmth.
Inaccessibility is a mask behind which hides a soul longing for warmth.