That day will come that you think you are invincible, fearless and one hell of a villain.
The day that your friends will constantly and annoyingly worry about your whereabouts and will probably come up with one wicked conspiracy against your equally wicked thoughts.
The day that you, the self, will realize that yes, you've been nudging yourself out of your comfort zone and been wondering what made you do so.
But the self will justify everything with this: That you might just want to expand your self-definition as Gretchen Ruben put it.
Here are some of her peculiar points.
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
If something is worth doing, its worth doing badly.
Enjoy now. If I can enjoy the present, I don't need to count on the happiness that is (or isn't) waiting for me in the future. But in the process of doing so, master the dread of criticism.
And so before you get yourself a headache as if been hit by a sledgehammer, stop it. Stop trying to figure out everything.
Close your eyes. Dodge the urge to answer the why's and how's and what if's and just go with the fucking flow.
The day that your friends will constantly and annoyingly worry about your whereabouts and will probably come up with one wicked conspiracy against your equally wicked thoughts.
The day that you, the self, will realize that yes, you've been nudging yourself out of your comfort zone and been wondering what made you do so.
But the self will justify everything with this: That you might just want to expand your self-definition as Gretchen Ruben put it.
Here are some of her peculiar points.
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
If something is worth doing, its worth doing badly.
Enjoy now. If I can enjoy the present, I don't need to count on the happiness that is (or isn't) waiting for me in the future. But in the process of doing so, master the dread of criticism.
And so before you get yourself a headache as if been hit by a sledgehammer, stop it. Stop trying to figure out everything.
Close your eyes. Dodge the urge to answer the why's and how's and what if's and just go with the fucking flow.
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