self
the concept
self
we live with a quiet, often unspoken tension- the aching desire to be truly seen, understood and accepted , yet simultaneously, the impulse to hide, to hold back, to keep parts of ourselves locked away from others’ eyes.
the paradox of craving to be seen but fearing being known
“comparison when used as a tool can notify you the things that you actually want to be doing.
it's a good way of knowing if you're being a little bit too easy on yourself if you see other people succeeding at the things you want to be doing.
it's like hey bro, do it. do it too, you can do it too, do it.”
— david achu, look who’s doing better than you
david if u somehow find this: your script writing has gotten so impactful<3
perfectionism is a form of shame
tala.bearblog.dev
REALLY good piece actually, combating perfectionism.
“The antidote of shame is not flawless performance. I believe it’s self-acceptance, when you tell yourself: Even when I stumble, I am enough. I will get up again.”
Self-hatred feeds on inner shame. Here’s how to break the cycle | Psyche Ideas
psyche.co
while i found this to be an interesting read + important to understanding a crucial aspect of cptsd, i have a disdain for article titles that claim to “solve,” something that relies on the reader’s strength of will truly.
“I’m not sure that I exist actually. I’m all the writers that I have read; all the people that I have met; all the women that I loved; all the cities that I visited”
I will always make my toast with olive oil because that’s how my dad makes his;
I will always make salad dressing with oil and vinegar because that’s how mom makes hers;
My boots are a
... See morei think about this a lot. i think a lot about how this impacts our emotional landscape when navigating thinking of those in our past that we’ve loved and lost. i do so many things people i once loved inspired me to do, and it brings me great grief but it reminds me that our connection was real, and enjoyable, if only for a shorter time than i would’ve liked.
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making
... See moreHaruki Murakami • Kafka on the Shore
“But museums also choose what to display, what to let rest in the dark, and what to reveal again under new light.
They’re not mausoleums — they are spaces of loss and rebirth. Alive, even in silence.
We are like that too.
Full of rooms. Piled-up memories. Crookedly hung frames.
Ideas that need to come out of storage.”
They’re not mausoleums — they are spaces of loss and rebirth. Alive, even in silence.
We are like that too.
Full of rooms. Piled-up memories. Crookedly hung frames.
Ideas that need to come out of storage.”