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A sign of immaturity in a person is the readiness to nobly die for a righteous cause, while a sign of maturity is the readiness to humbly live for a righteous cause. © J.D. Salinger

I’ve gotten used to going to the movies and restaurants by myself. At first, I wrote “in solitude,” but it felt a little too resigned—like I was giving something up. So I changed it to “with myself.” It’s a small shift in language, but it changes everything.

Even the most beloved person is only a part of my vast, boundless world. To say they are the entire world is to collapse something infinite into a single form. It's a self-imposed narrowing — one that cuts off the richness, aliveness, and possibility offered by the rest of the world. And it places an unbearable weight on the other person, burdening them with the impossible task of becoming everything: emotionally, physically, spiritually. No one can carry that.

It’s funny how the most magical states return to us not through effort, but through presence. Some time ago, I made a request—from the heart—and now that request has quietly come true. Without warning, happiness has returned. Not the kind that comes with fireworks or declarations, but the quiet, streaming kind that glows from within and flows outward.

Who knows—maybe all of this is given to us to prepare us for something even more beautiful, right here, in this very life. Or perhaps they, up there, are watching us and laughing as we dream about that one moment when everything will finally come together.

We often think of love as something that happens between two people—as if it’s a finite resource, carefully allocated and exchanged. But love isn’t a contract. It isn’t a promise dependent on someone else's behavior. Love is a state.

Once, a human naively assumed himself to be the king of nature. King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts—and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no debate, no diplomacy, no boundaries.

Attention. I’m unveiling the existential mystery of existence to the general public. Life is not a sovereign entity. It’s not governed by a fixed will, nor does it impose itself on you with unchangeable force. Life is clay—obedient, neutral, and infinitely moldable. And the sculptor? That’s you. Me. Them. Everyone. Life becomes whatever we shape it to be.

On a glorious summer day, I was driving, lost in thoughts about my own complexes—clearly intending to sort them out. I’ve noticed more than once: as soon as I wish for something and relax, continuing to live as I always have, magically everything comes true.

In the process of searching for oneself and pushing through the dense forest of the mind’s, […]