By seeing evil projected on the news and on our social feeds, we get to pretend that evil isn’t all in the mind. We feel a temporary sense of relief because we have a place to dump our unconscious guilt.

The truth is, there is no back then. It’s just the mind pretending to be a time traveler.

The exhaustion we feel from seeing so many fake things is the realization that our perception has been rendered useless.

Because we see what’s going on, the one question that people tend to ask is if I’m caring enough.

The mind merely observes biological impulses, yet when we react to this impulse, we claim the action as our own. The irony is that we only claim the action after it’s done.

We’ve come to define love as mutual sacrifice. In this framework, we prove how much we love someone by how much peace we are willing to give up for another. Consequently, we are taught to ignore our inner alignment in favor of external expectations.

Throughout my life, my worth has been determined by my achievements. I feel great when I do something well, but feel awful when I inevitably don’t meet expectations.

We’ve been taught that self-development is a virtue, but behind every resolution is a subtle whisper. “This version of me is an error.”

We’ve been taught that if we are not doing anything, we are essentially dying. In contrast, living a frantic life is somehow “living life to its fullest.”

I’ve come to realize that the search for meaningful work was an error in belief, as it inherently implies lack, as though I need meaningful work to be complete.