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You read a book about anger. You understood where it comes from. You even told your friends over dinner how triggers work and why we lose our temper. Then you came home and yelled at someone you love. Exactly the same way you did before the book. Sound familiar? We live in an age where wisdom is a commodity. Want to deal with anxiety? Here are a...
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.
A person who has eaten only sweets their whole life doesn't know that sweet is sweet. They have nothing to compare it to.
The old librarian Elai had spent his entire life collecting words. His vast hall, the Temple of Signposts, stretched its vaulted ceilings toward the sky. On thousands of shelves lay scrolls containing the most beautiful truths ever discovered by humanity. There were treatises on Mercy, volumes on Universal Love, hymns to Brotherhood, and...
David sat in the kitchen. Across from him sat Lena. She was crying. Her shoulders shook, mascara running, leaving black tracks down her cheeks. She was shouting: You don't hear me! Are you even here?! I'm telling you I'm in pain, and you just sit there with that glass face! David felt the familiar wave rising inside him - heavy, sticky,...
Lena called on Thursday, for the first time in six months. "Are you still writing?" she asked instead of hello. "Sometimes," I said. "Why?" "No reason. I just wanted to hear the voice of someone who still writes." We fell silent. Wind rustled in the receiver - she was outside, a rarity these days. "I disconnected from the Feed," Lena said. "A week...
Perfectionism is not a path to happiness, but a road to chronic self-dissatisfaction.
Sometimes we fear the "worst-case scenario" so much that we forget it only exists in our heads.
Half of your stress isn't about the problem itself. It's about how afraid you are of not solving it or looking weak.
What you call weakness might be the place of your strength. You're just looking in the wrong direction.