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Şu anda okuduğu kitap
Rule 61000Kitap
Perhaps you will discover that your now less-corrupted soul, much stronger than it
might otherwise have been, is now able to bear those remaining, necessary, minimal,
inescapable tragedies. Perhaps you will even learn to encounter them so that they stay
tragic—merely tragic—instead of degenerating into outright hellishness. Maybe your
anxiety, and hopelessness, and resentment, and anger—however murderous, initially will recede.
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Parent or FriendKişisel Gelişim
Imagine a toddler repeatedly striking his mother in the face. Why would he do such a
thing? It’s a stupid question. It’s unacceptably naive. The answer is obvious. To dominate
his mother. To see if he can get away with it. Violence, after all, is no mystery. It’s peace
that’s the mystery. Violence is the default. It’s easy. It’s peace that is difficult: learned,
inculcated, earned. (People often get basic psychological questions backwards. Why do
people take drugs? Not a mystery. It’s why they don’t take them all the time that’s the
mystery. Why do people suffer from anxiety? That’s not a mystery. How is that people
can ever be calm? There’s the mystery. We’re breakable and mortal. A million things can
go wrong, in a million ways. We should be terrified out of our skulls at every second.
But
we’re not. The same can be said for depression, laziness and criminality.
Compare yourself to who you were yesterday, not to who someone else is today.Psikoloji
The people from whom thanks you want might not be very proficient in offering it,
to begin with, but that shouldn’t stop you. People can learn, even if they are
very
unskilled at the beginning.
I had a client decades ago who suffered from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He
had to line up his pyjamas just right before he could go to sleep at night. Then he had to
fluff his pillow. Then he had to adjust the bedsheets. Over and over and over and over. I
said, “Maybe that part of you, that insanely persistent part, wants something, inarticulate
though it may be. Let it have its say. What could it be?” He said, “Control.” I said, “Close your eyes and let it tell you what it wants. Don’t let fear stop you. You don’t have to act it out, just because you’re thinking it.” He said, “It wants me to take my stepfather by the
collar, put him up against the door, and shake him like a rat.” Maybe it was time to shake
someone like a rat, although I suggested something a bit less primal.
But God only knows
what battles must be fought, forthrightly, voluntarily, on the road to peace.
Talking yourself into irrelevance is not a profound critique of Being.
It’s a cheap trick of
the rational mind.