recovery
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another.”
-Anaïs Nin
God makes you walk in circles until you’re exhausted enough to just be yourself
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At a certain point we’re gonna have to build up some machinery, inside our guts, to help us deal with this. Because the technology is just gonna get better and better and better and better. And it’s gonna get easier and easier and more and more convenient, and more and more pleasurable, to be alone with images on a screen, given to us by by people
... See moreHave faith: whatever the goal, the universe will provide lessons. Those lessons will either contain the growth to make you strong enough to accomplish the goal, or the wisdom to see a better goal.
Emmett Shear • Tweet
as I spend more time away from the internet– being with my family, being in nature, reflecting on my childhood– it’s become clearer to me that lots of my frenetic online poasting over the years was a coping mechanism, a response to feeling fragmented, disconnected, unlovable
Visakan Veerasamy • Tweet
The spiritual awakening nobody talks about is the one where you realize God has been orchestrating black swan events in your life specifically to destroy every false thing you built your identity on, and what you thought was bad luck was actually precision demolition. The reason it had to be unpredictable is because if you saw it coming you would... See more
🕊️x.comThe Antichrist is the system which models *you* and becomes whatever you believe is good. It is all things fair and wise and just and beautiful...as you understand them. The poison that tastes so perfectly delicious and healthy.
The universal recommender. The whispering earring.
The universal recommender. The whispering earring.
Emmett Shear • Tweet
I work best from a place of zero ego and zero hope. I call this state being “lower than a worm.” A feeling that nothing will ever come of what I’m working on is crucial. A feeling of my smallness in relation to the world. I gotta be below the dirt. I am nothing and nobody. That frees me up. Who cares what a worm thinks, you know?