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I know; it seems as though everyone out there has an agenda, a myriad of expectations, and a reason to further their own interests.

But I also know that at least some of us are trying—to find something better, trying to find real connection, trying to find truth.

And I have nothing to lose by pushing myself to try—to find those who seek such things.

It is what I’m called to do, after all.

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Friendship—or perhaps love—is a fateful alignment of circumstance and a beautiful balance of human chemistry.

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Does thinking divorce you from the moment, or does the moment divorce you from thinking?

The truth is that we can as easily fall into the trap of overthinking as we can falter because of our ignorance.

To live our life in absolutes is only misleading.

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As I’ve discussed many times in this blog, it is in my nature to want to agree—to want peace above all, to shield myself from conflict, and to avert all emotional discomfort or tension from my interpersonal interactions. But don’t be mistaken in thinking that this simply who I am; what I talk about far less on here is the ferocious, ruthless, and brutal side of me that has grown in recent years in response to the failures of this agreeable part of my personality.

As a stark deviation from how I normally write on this blog, I want to convey my thoughts in the way that is most representative of how I actually feel:

Don’t fucking tell me how to live my life.

Don’t fucking pretend you know who I am.

Most of all, don’t fucking tell me who I should be.

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I’ve encountered many people in my life that use philosophy as a bludgeon to strongarm their way through difficult conversations to prove their own righteousness or intellectual worth.

I’ve also encountered many people that seem to think philosophy is an esoteric practice farfetched from either the harsh realities of life, an easy excuse to not take action or to delay action, or an unnecessary burden in our quest to find happiness or peace.

Lest we forget that we need philosophy because it is the only way to discern right from wrong. If we claim to study philosophy, but can never make any conclusions that will cause us to act differently in the world around us, we have failed. Conversely, if we dismiss it as something optional or dispensable, we also have failed.

Indeed, no one is stopping you from abdicating yourself from the responsibility of determining what is right from wrong, but don’t put to shame everyone who came before you that tried to. Do not take for granted all the fruits of good decision-making that came from leaders in the past who took responsibility to seriously contemplate the path they were going to take their people. It’s far too easy to say that philosophy isn’t necessary when you aren’t the one making the brutally difficult decisions—when you aren’t the one primarily responsible for countless human lives, for the fate of a nation, for ensuring good prevails against evil on this earth. And when the inevitable time comes—when those countless lives are lost, when a nation has crumbled into dust, when evil prevails—you should not have put yourself in a position where you have to apologize for your ignorance, for your complacency, and for your self-righteousness because you didn’t want to think about what’s right; at the very least, be grateful that someone beside you did.

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The beauty of the human condition is that so much of our vacillation between struggle and redemption is both banal within the scope of history and endlessly novel to our personal experience.

The novelty—the childlike fascination with the peculiarity of life itself, the compulsion to propel ourselves towards the unknown, the need to solve things for the sake of solving them—is what ultimately drives us to live this life in the first place.

But the banality—the clichés, the recurring motifs, the persistent themes of what it means to live as a human—should serve to comfort us and keep us on the path we were meant to be on. It is a reminder that we were and are never alone, and no matter what path we actually end up on, we can rest easy, knowing that others have walked it before us.

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I’m starting to think at times that I have talker’s block, much in the same way as I once thought I had writer’s block.

But just as I’ve realized writer’s block is merely a fear of bad writing, perhaps all I have now is a fear of bad conversation.

At the end of the day, it all just requires courage—courage to shun the non-believers, courage to try your best when there isn’t enough effort in this world, courage to ignore those who judge without wanting to be judged themselves, courage to do the right thing despite being pulled in every wayward direction.

Stop trying to please everyone. As much as it’s in my agreeable nature to want to be on good terms with everyone that I come across, to succumb to such a nature would be a damning statement of my cowardice.

Walk your own path, and do not heed to distractions, to vapidity, to people who don’t understand a modicum of who you actually are.

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Hunger and exhaustion are physically based. But being annoyed is a concoction based on expectations and the stories we tell ourselves. We can change the story if we try.

—Seth Godin

The key part is if we try. Rather, if we choose to try.

The disheartening realization is that for many, there is no choice.

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I dreamt of being in your arms, enveloped in an undeniable warmth in your embrace.

“Nothing feels more right than this,” I thought.

I felt as if all my life had culminated into this moment. I finally felt like some truly understood—understood everything that has made me into who I am, understood every thought that has been conjured up in this strange mind of mine, understood every emotion that’s tormented this ghostly heart, understood how long I’ve yearned for this—and you didn’t have to say a single word. I felt—felt it in my fingers and in my bones—an inexplicable attraction to you, from the love that emanates from your presence, your aura, your soul.

How can this mere figment of my imagination elicit such a momentous revelation? How can it constitute as visceral of a truth as anything else has in my life?

It wasn’t real.

But nothing felt more real.

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Ashamed? Embarrassed? Why? Should I apologize?

For trying, when far too many of us don’t try hard enough, especially when it matters?

For refusing to hide away in a corner in cowardice?

For wanting to better myself and the people around me?

For assuming responsibility and taking ownership for what happens in the world?

For being who I am?

Recognize the absurdity in these emotions, and move forward with your life.