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You have to force yourself to tackle the hard thing, whatever that means to you. Because the more difficult thing, itā€™s probably the right thing, or the thing your life needs. I think for me, the hard thing was to submerge myself into genuine solitude. And Iā€™m not talking about like, My Year of Rest and Relaxation or Leaving Las Vegas type solitudeā€¦ And I am definitely not talking about anything related to the type of seclusion that came with quarantine. The objective here isnā€™t to isolate yourself to the point of total deterioration or to reject the people who love you. Itā€™s about stomaching the feelings of loneliness that come with deep personal reflection. Itā€™s about enduring the self-imposed boredom that comes with getting to know yourself without any external influence. Itā€™s not about being physically alone (though it is a part of it), itā€™s just about finding ways to be alone with yourself and who you are, the good and the bad, and really admitting to the bad. And then, what was at first so uncomfortable and sort of embarrassing to undertake will eventually become easy-normal. Everything outside of your solitude becomes so peripheral itā€™s hard to remember when you existed right in the center of it all. And some people, the ones who really do buy into their socio-infallibility, will probably, yeah, consider you some misanthropic outcast! But, what my friend and I like to joke about as being misanthropy is actually just self-awareness and conviction, and belief in the improvability of everything that is or can be wrong with oneself or others... The world feels constantly disappointing, and people are disappointing, and youā€™re disappointing, and I am definitely disappointingā€¦ But all of that can be improved upon and then improved even more, and more and moreā€¦ But you canā€™t improve anything about yourself until you know what it is that needs improving. And even then, knowing is only the first step, knowing doesnā€™t mean anything if you donā€™t do something about it. So if any of this applies to you, maybe think about it, do something about it. Leave, find solitude, change what needs to be changed, even if itā€™s really, really, hard to do that. And most importantlyā€¦ embrace your cynicism in positive ways instead of in ways that honestly just fucking suck!
Oct 13, 2022

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