u/Disastrous-Meaning-9

Here is something I wrote because I'm deep and intellectual....using chatgpt. I'll just remove the em dash so as to not make it too obvious.

Somewhere along the way, we started romanticising deprivation like it’s a personality trait. The moment life becomes uncertain, we turn ourselves into strict little dictators cutting out joy, softness, music, late-night laughter as if suffering artistically enough will finally earn us redemption.

But healing was never meant to feel like solitary confinement.

Not every moment of your life has to justify its existence through productivity. Sometimes the soul survives through embarrassingly small things: an overpriced iced coffee, a playlist that understands you better than people do, cooking a meal like you’re the tragic protagonist of an indie film nobody asked for.

You are still allowed to flirt with life while becoming who you’re meant to be.

The universe does not hand out medals for self-denial. Sometimes the most revolutionary thing a person can do in a difficult season is remain open to delight.

last night as I lay awake in my bed reading a super intellectual book that I felt called out to pick from a list shared by a super wise podcast bro I was compelled to write this original thought that came to my mind because I was just radicalised by reading this intellectual book.

Here are my thoughts

I read all these deep books about love and human connection thinking they’d help me understand people better, but honestly the more I learn, the less I know.

Maybe that’s the strange thing about human connection. Everyone wants to be understood, yet most people are terrified of being truly seen. And no matter how much the world changes, I still think there’s something beautiful about finding someone who understands your soul.

We are walking this walk together alone.

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