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.

It’s the story of Wicked. For Glinda to be seen as good, there must be the opposite of evil, which was projected upon Elphaba.

Most solutions are very simple. The most elegant solutions have a direct line to the problem. However, solutions with the easiest, direct routes to success are routinely bypassed in favor of indirect ones. In an effort to make this idea more concrete, a task that involves ten units of effort is deliberately inflated to 50…