Those films which make you cry tap into your deepest longings. To be loved, to be the rescued child, to be the winner. We've all of us gone through trauma.
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I must accept and welcome wretchedness for my daughter, if she is to forge her own way to integrity.
If I enable a lie, it will take away a piece of me. Sometimes I think I am driven by sensationalism - a hangover of my desire for attention. That's a part of it (and that's the truth). But my experimentation with life, my experience, is my own way of determining what makes me happy outside of what society tells me makes me happy, and what makes me, me.
The mask I had carefully constructed and lovingly invested in over a period of 15 years turned out to be devoid of meaning in my mid thirties. Day after day I could toy with numbers, projecting consumer demand, running sensitivity analyses, presenting recommendations to the board for products which would line their money sodden pockets. It wasn't me anymore (if it ever had been).
That you desire to earn money from writing out your paltry experiences is exploitative, unskilled and ultimately worth nothing. But of course you know all of this even as you try and cover it with swathes of denial.
You are not your mind. You have a mind and you can be the master of it. It is by truly understanding this that you may begin to make choices which will empower you. And that's when you begin to live a consensual life.
I want to remind you of something you and almost everyone out there has forgotten. We are all born without judging ourselves perfect or imperfect. And then we start. Because 'bad emotions, bad parents and bad feedback have more impact than good ones.' Once upon a time someone you loved told you that you were not perfect. You internalized it and it became your belief. You acted accordingly.
In the online world, protecting your reputation and your voice is survival; so much so, that if someone has made an fool of themselves in public and been proven wrong, they will – nine times out of ten – leave the forum and choose to eradicate their presence; in other words, they commit a sort of social suicide.
I cannot admit I am magnificent in public, or even in private, because doing so would turn me into a person I myself dislike. Someone big headed and cocky. Someone society would hate.
But then I read this book. And I can safely say it surpasses every expectation you've ever had of a guidebook to life. Whereas others like Illusions by Richard Bach speak in parables and enigma (beautiful though it is), this book is more practical. It's also brutally honest; shockingly so.
There’s a rumour going round that goes something like this. You won’t truly be loved by another until you love yourself. It’s been repeated in…