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Explore the complex nature of man’s pain, self-deception, and the search for meaning. Discover how the quest for understanding shapes our existence and emotional health.
We are too irrational to know how irrational we are.
If paradise is a place where I am brought to do nothing, then let me move to hell, where at least I can have something. As a man, I won’t lie to you—sometimes, I come to enjoy suffering. So much so that I am tempted to say suffering is my default position.
Man is always searching for the final point, the final rule. And it is from there that God begins. As long as the unknown exists, so will God. This is what both religion and science have been chasing. Man’s pain resides in the unknown, yet at the same time, it is the very source of his meaning.
What do you do with what you know—and with what you do not?
Apart from man, what other animal commits suicide?
It is only when we are healthy that we ask what to do with our lives. If you were sick, you would want only one thing—to stay alive. I saw that in a young man, full of dreams but too sick to achieve them. He started fighting his illness for the sake of those dreams. And I saw another, full of life but lost, not knowing where to go or what to do.
Not having something to live for is an illness—perhaps one of the oldest humanity has known. It can be fatal. Those who are sick have something to fight for: their health. But those who are not physically ill often fail to take care of their existential health. Answering the question of life is a moral obligation.
One of the best ways to fight life’s greatest struggles—depression, despair, even suicide—is by creating a story worth living for. Every time a crisis comes your way, create one. See what happens.
They claim to do things for God’s sake, but they do them for reasons they do not even understand.
Man will accept death under certain conditions. I tell you the truth—there are situations where every sovereign individual will stand bold before death. Even if he does not yet know what those situations might be, one day, he will. Just find out what that might be.
If you truly want to capture a man’s heart, give him a story—with villains and heroes. Then leave the rest to time. The story, especially if false, will become true and real.
Some things are problems only because we so badly want them to be. We do everything possible to make them problems—often unconsciously. We exaggerate them into what they never were, just to keep ourselves busy. And with time, they become real. They start fueling our lives, shaping everything we do. Even if the world told us to let them go, we would find a way back to them—again, unconsciously. We tell ourselves we are busy, but busy with what? Most of the time, it is with unnecessary things we cannot solve—things that were never problems but became problems through our own making.
Some truths are lies disguised as truth. Many of the things we consider problems fall into this category.
As far as I’m concerned, there are only two solutions to any problem:
- The first, and easiest, is to ignore it—sweep it under the rug as if it never existed, believing it will have no consequences.
- The second, and hardest, is to face it. To sit down, think deeply about it, and act with the genuine intent to solve it.
Nothing is as painful—or as rewarding—as the second option. The first is a lie. The second is the truth.
To be stressed is like trying to escape your own body—only to realize there is no way out. Realizing this causes even more stress, pushing you to try to escape again. And so, the loop forms—stress feeding on itself.
They will not attempt to save you because they cannot. They will assume it is all your fault—that you are simply unwilling to make an effort. But the truth is, they don’t know how to save you. And they don’t want to admit that to themselves.
Learn this, my friend: You are the first person responsible for your own life. And the author of these words does not know how to save you either.
Some people are so fundamentally incompatible that their incompatibility makes them compatible.
Likewise, all men are different, but it is precisely in these differences that we find their similarities. They speak of their cultural, racial, and social differences as if these things separate them. Yet, this very desire to create divisions is what makes them alike. It proves that man has not changed much over time.
They are different, but it is all the same. The same DNA. The same patterns, repeating across history. The same hatred, greed, envy, desire, jealousy, love, arrogance, impatience, stupidity—just to name a few. The same behaviors driving this motherfucker of a species.
Not only are men alike today, but they are alike to those of the past—and probably to those of the future.
I am not afraid of anybody—like the man who knows his why. But the moments when I fear myself the most are when I say, “Nothing really matters.”
In those moments, I can see death crawling at my door.
That is, unless your why is to believe that nothing really matters.
One of the reasons man overpowered other species is his adaptability. Compared to other creatures, man is not fixed. His power is in his flexibility—his ability to shape himself to the environment. That is his strength.
So do not reduce man to a simple equation.
It is all about gossip. We are better at it than any other species. It is second nature to us.
When we read history, we always take the side of the winners—the so-called good guys—forgetting that even the villains believed they were the heroes.
The best and only way to know how to live—or how not to live—is by living.
Thinking and learning. Consider this:
You pick up a book. You open it, read the first line. Information enters your brain. Your mind processes it, then sends something back—an image, a thought, a question. It asks: What do you want me to know?
It can present you with words, graphs, figures—whatever you’ve trained it to understand. Nothing that comes out of your mind is truly new. It has simply been processed.
When your brain gives you what you want, it feels good. When it doesn’t, it feels bad. But most of this depends on what you have been feeding it.
Your brain gives you what it is used to receiving. If you give it something different, it resists—it finds it disgusting.
You are still a child as long as you seek others’ approval for your ideas.
This is what I have done all along—explaining my thoughts to those around me, waiting for their response, hoping they would give me an answer. As if I were afraid to answer the question myself. As if I feared my answer wouldn’t be the right one.
Don’t be afraid to think.
What makes growing up painful is realizing that most of what you were told as a child were lies.
Everything has to be redefined. And that is hard.
You want to scream fuck you to the world, to every adult who lied to you.
But remember—you are an adult now. And you are a liar too.
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