It’s scary to open yourself up to someone. I mean, to REALLY open up to someone takes balls. To let them see you as you really are, with all your flaws and imperfections and then still hope that they – for some weird reason – still like you, and not run away screaming, sounds crazy to me! At least that’s how I felt when I tried to open up to someone in the past, and it...
Everybody always wants more rights. They feel they are privileged to get more and more, without ever thinking about the other side of the equation, which is individual responsibility and ownership. But how can you have a talk about your priviledges without thinking about the fact that someone also has to provide them to you? And why should they even care to carry the additional load which was...
In 2016 I was so heartbroken, if God himself would have knocked at my door and wanted to bless me, I would have slammed the door right back into his face and continued playing video games. I felt like a burden to the world, and I didn't feel like I deserved any help either. I didn't want to make the guilt even worse. Now looking back, I sometimes wonder if I drew a weird sense of pleasure from...
I hate these limitations that became my life. How is THAT what life is supposed to be? Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm doing here? What am I here for? People keep telling that I am here to do what I want to do. I can shape my life into whatever I like. I can do whatever I want! But I never feel that way... I never feel like I can do anything I want. There are all these people who seem to...
No one ever stayed true to himself without first shouting a big “SCREW YOU” out into the world. That’s what allows us to discover our true individuality. Or better said, create it. For years, I kept telling myself that I wanted to become a full-time writer. But then my actions rarely reflected this ambitious dream. And so I thought a lot about what was holding me back. Did I not want it? Could it...
I love plans though. But they rarely seem to work out as I want them to. Oftentimes, something messes them up, and then I then have to spend endless hours to come up with a new one. I sit there in rage and anger and furiously wonder why all that crap happens to ME! Like if that random stuff that happens to me only happens to me…? How narcissistic could I be to think that? The thing is that we...
Taking on responsibility over one’s life sucks.
No wonder everyone’s shying away from it.
To be responsible means to move away from being a mere peasant in a bigger scheme and become an independent agent instead. And by doing so, we are also forced to burn away all the deadwood we allowed to surround ourselves with in the past, so we make room for something new.
Something better even?
We are filled with unlimited potential. And all this potential is scattered across time, most certainly somewhere along the timeline of our future.
He asked me why I’m still writing so much. And I told him that „I HAVE TO DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE!” while also making sure to sound super dramatic and cocky as well. He looked at me confused and kinda annoyed, because, to be honest, I didn’t even know myself what I was talking about. And maybe because I easily get defensive about this topic, I just wanted to make the reasons behind my writing...
We all recognize admirable qualities in others when we see them. We naturally know what it feels like when there is something we admire in others and would love to emulate for ourselves as well. But then I wondered: why wouldn’t we then do more of these things ourselves, especially after we have seen their effects so clearly manifested in people we admire? Wouldn’t we want to become our own...
Men don't have any reason to grow up.
They could remain the little man-child they are, as life itself doesn't force them to step up and adopt responsibility over their actions. Yes, they might suffer under the meaninglessness of their shallow and pleasure-seeking life if they don’t, but at least they don't have to take ownership and bear the heavy burden of responsibility.
There are specific themes in our life which are so highly valued you could say we would be willing to die for them. And ironically, to let some of them go and move beyond them, something within us indeed has to die.
But what happens when we recognize these “holy concepts” within ourselves, and we also realize that we’ve built an impenetrable Ring of Ignorance around them too?