Sunday, October 21, 2018
We are all different human beings floating in an oval at about 17,000 miles per hour around an insignificant star that keeps us alive. There is nothing around us for millions of miles. We have approximately 75 years to play before they bury us in the ground... and we will be in the ground floating at about 17,000 miles per hour around an insignificant star that keeps us alive.
I remember in philosophy class the teacher speaking about the importance of being authentic. It was a great lecture. The problem I had was a simple one: what if ones authentic self is that of complication and overvaluation? Her response was, "Become a psychologist." The thing with that is each and every shrink I have ever met was also a patient. This is because it is impossible for someone to earn a living listening to people and their personal problems without having the totality of them all play a role in the therapists personal wilderness.
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