I was a brilliant student, but wild. Eager to impress, play, love and hate, beat the shit out of everyone I loved while defending them in front of others to death.
a self-realization project
Tag: self-love
I am not against meditation with the purpose of alleviating general suffering. I find it noble. But when I do not understand that pain, I cannot express genuine compassion. It makes me feel like a fraud.
How many times have you heard: Don’t talk to strangers! Guess what? The doctor who treats your son’s cold was first a stranger when you met.
This letter is about you and me. About our vulnerability, weakness, despair and curiosity. About the desire to be heard and seen.
You are the only expert in yourself. No one knows you better. No one can fully understand your body and your mind. Be there for yourself.
You are the only one who thinks you are significant while all the others are busy thinking the same thing about themselves.
These days, honesty is the trait of the brave or the crazy.
