“…Impossible…Why am I losing now after having the power from Fate itself?! Gaaaah!” Said Persolis after he took a punch and was sent flying across the many ruins. But it seemed that a magical barrier did protect him from further damage.
The Huntress, or rather the Abomination, was following her prey without rest. She was very fast flying with blinding speed, shrieking like a mad falcon and howling like an omen of death.
“That must be the reason… there’s no other way around it! She did also acquire the threads of Fate! A power of an Immortal! But the one she embodies… I don’t know it! Who might it be?! The Forger or the Scholar? Perhaps, the Serpent? Who might it be?!” Wondered Persolis as he was casting thunderbolts to repel the horrifying monster he was facing.
On the other hand, the Abomination was either throwing powerful missiles of negative necromantic energy at him or swinging a blade made by what seemed to be Dark Blood. However, the fat noble made sure to not get hit by that blood or the magical strikes. In fact, he countered by trapping her within a certain spell which summoned a lot of Fire Pillars. The substance and the essence of the monster seemed quite vulnerable to flames.
The Abomination was unable to move under the great heat of the fire and was set ablaze. Persolis made sure to increase the heat to a point where the fire turned into lightning.
“Now, this is your downfall! No one can compete with the most powerful of them! The Thunderer! Burn and turn to dust!” Screamed Persolis.
“I… cannot… die…Can… I?” A decrepit and feeble human voice came from the beast.
A blackness arose from the abomination, granting her strength from nowhere and overwhelming the brightness of Persolis’ electricity.
The empowered Abomination pierced his stomach with her skeleton fist and ripped his guts. Moroever, Persolis casted a thunder storm to distance himself from her and used his new acquired power to regenerate his injury.
“Great Thunderer! I sought you and believed in the Eldritch Truth you covet! And the frailty of our own fate! Why… why is that your will is weaker than this abomination!?” It was not clear if Persolis was praying to someone or rather blaming him for not giving him enough power.
“I cannot lose. No one would lose. Are we locked in this underworld, to fight for eternity like what the Immortals are doing since time memorial?” Added Persolis.
The monster would strike, the ascended one would block with his lightning barriers. Their powers were eventually matched but the ferocity of the Abomination made the mage cornered and unable to recover his breath. Eventually, few Thunderbirds charged at both of them from nowhere.
“Haha! This is a golden gift from the Thunderer!” Said Persolis as he used his power to mind control these undead giant birds and commanded them to attack the Abomination. “I forgot that I’m blessed by Fate himself! Sometimes, my mind can be silly… hehehe. Everything in this world is a possession of the Thunderer and thus I can control it!” He added.
The Abomination was suddenly outnumbered in battle and found herself cornered instead. She could kill them but they would regenerate and return alive again and what made it worse was that Persolis summoned skeletons, walking corpses and mad necromancers from the ruins and the dust.
“When the threads are two, one is already chosen. You’re not the one, Persolis, and Fate does not befit you, of course…” A cataclysmic and enormous voice came from the monument at the top of the ruins.
Everyone stopped after hearing that, it was as if the Truth was already revealed to them. Persolis was the most shocked as he heard the voice saying his name and declaring that he was never the chosen one.
The ground trembled and the various towering buildings started to crumble. All the eyes were focused at the highest monument as a peculiar pillar of light grew from it and propagated toward the sky. Black clouds sprawled across the sky and around the pillar. The air grew heavy as if all the life it carried was gone, suffocating everyone around.
A might crackle of thunder, rolled from the tower of light and caused a storm that would havoc anything around.
No one knew how much time did pass since then. All the once gigantesque dungeons were no more than ash and stone expect for the temple of the Thunderer who still stood out. Atop it, a humanoid figure was observing this beautiful sight. He had blonde and long hair, a muscular build with an attire of very ancient times adorned with images of oak and eagles. But what was notorious about him was a black axe and eyes shining with the might of the storms.
From the sands, the abomination appeared as she was buried by the effect of this catastrophe. The Thunderbirds and the walking dead were either buried or shattered to pieces and could not revive anymore much to her wonder. Persolis was however lamenting himself as he was bleeding intensely. The monster approached him as she was willing to finish him off no matter what but he did not care about her at all.
“The crown … bring me… my crown. I don’t have it… I don’t have it anymore. Ahh, Great Thunderer, why did you reject my offering? Why did you take my own threads? As if you already don’t have enough of them?” Muttered Persolis as he was touching his head. Once he sensed the steps of his hunteress, he stared at her with empty eyes, literally having no substance and just hollow while the blood was drippling from them.
“Heheh… Huntress… This… This is even beyond my understanding, me… Ramon Persolis, the most accomplished scholar and necromancer in this world…And you shall give up too as the fool you are.” He gibbered with that before collapsing to his own doom. A scroll appeared like a growing flower from his back at the position of his heart, it was perhaps what the Huntress was looking for.
The abomination was a moment away from grabbing the scroll, however, she felt a huge and insane pressure coming from behind. In fact, it made her freeze completely.
“What do we have here? Few losers defiling my kingdom during my slumber and quite the losers indeed.” It was that person who was setting at the roof of the lone standing temple.
The second she decided to attack him, she never found him. He was nowhere to be seen. The Abomination felt lost and quite threatened.
“I’m still behind you.” The Giant Man was again behind her. It was as if he was toying with her and not only that, she felt as she could never see that being or rather could not bear to do. If she tried to turn her head to see him, a sense of dread would overwhelm her instinct and prevent her from doing so.
Thus, she used her necromantic magic and spread some form of poison which pissed off this heavenly being and made him mad enough to cut her into two halves with his black axe.
“The most thing I had ever hated, necromancy. You dare use that in my presence?” The Thunderer was really angry but much to his amazement, he saw the two halves of this abomination reunifying themselves desperately despite the deadly blow it received.
“Strange. Something that can resist my divine lightning is still existing. Hmm… This monstrosity is somehow familiar.” The Thunderer approached the Abomination as she was trying to heal herself and grabbed her with his right hand from the head and gazed at her eyes.
“Let me see… Ah! I see now. So that whore succeeded into securing a new pawn and I thought she was a goner. That damn witch!And what a poor soul we have here! Blame your very steps for reaching such a state of misery and despair, cursed one!”
With his left hand, he seizured her head , as if he was taking on a bottle , and started pressuring it. Despite that it did not look like he was using much force, the act made the monster scream in agony.
“A little longer and we will all be one in one Fate.” Said the Thunderer.
Suddenly, he stopped what he was going to do as he blocked a bolt of lightning coming from the half-dead Persolis.
“OH HO! You still have some life left in you and dare provoke me with my own blessing?” Said the Thunderer as he threw away the Abomination and changed his focus toward the wounded Persolis.
“I did everything to please you and gain that blessing of yours. Since the moment I knew about the Immortals, I have chosen you because you are the strongest and most noble of all of them. Surely you would rage at this rotten world and surely you would refuse the curses that inflicted it… And yet… you refused me… even though I worked my best to become a successful pawn for you, Great Thunderer, Dragon Slayer and mighty Warrior of the Storm, one of the legendary three heroes who saved the land long ago from the curse of Fate itself!” Said Persolis barely.
The Thunderer clapped warmly at him and said:
“Hehe, nice. I respected you, Persolis and I believed strongly that you would be without a doubt my next heir. I was ready to ignore the fact that you’re not from my bloodline and would accept your Karma at all costs because of your worthiness but in the end you had disappointed me.” Explained the Thunderer.
“I see… so after all …the Immortals do not know a heck about Fate.” The broken voice of Persolis showed signs of mockery.
“And you think you can provoke me with such nonsense. Too bad for you that you will never become Immortal and taste True Knowledge about the Cosmos. But I will make sure to not let you leave this world peacefully.” Said the Thunderer as he grabbed the dying necromancer.
“Do whatever you want. I have nothing to lose anymore.” Said Persolis.
“That what disappointed me. You knew that you would fail from the beginning. You never had true faith in me or your Fate and this is why you lose.” Then the Dragon Slayer proceeded to open his head and ripped off the upper part like a vial of wine. Subsequently, his hand extracted a lot of strings from his skull and its veins consumed them.
“Enjoy your stay in the edge of the Void, Persolis. Now, let’s see. These two are not the only ones here but well, they can never be a threat to begin with.” Said the Thunderer as he threw away the lifeless husk that was once Persolis.
In the opposite side, it seemed that the Abomination ran out of steam and returned into her previous form, the Huntress. She was unconscious and her face was divided into two parts, a right human part and a left ugly and demonic part. Now, she was under complete mercy of that ‘divine’ creature.
“What a failure you had created, Witch Queen. I thought that you can do much better than this one. Well, your power is not going to be tasty anyway.” Bragged the giant as he was going to do the same to her.
But he stopped in the last second as he sensed an imminent threat coming without really knowing its exact location. He stared around, searching for it but he realized quickly that it was coming from above.
An armored horse was neighing and charging in midair and on board was an uncanny undead knight whose helm and engraved armour were emitting arcane jade radiation. His sword was mysterious and powerful and resembled a leafless tree in the autumn in the way that countless metallic ‘veins’ were dancing around in the volume of the blade.
The Thunderer threw the girl away and blocked the attacker using his black axe that was capable of repelling his charge with considerable ease.
The Knight and his horse restored their balance and stood in front of their foe and each side started planning their next move.
“Perun.” Said the Horseman.
“Oh, this voice…It can’t be. Melvim, the Coward Prince! I thought you have been consumed è but you’re here well and sane! What business do you have here in my kingdom?” Said the Thunderer.
“Nothing. I was sleeping, without rest, until someone woke me up and so I decided to search for her. However, my destiny had let me to meet you here in the Underworld where we can settle the score without fear of harming the waking world.” Said the Horseman.
“But does the waking world matter even now? All of them shall die…not die only but die and live, die and live and die and live forever for the scum they are! My kin betrayed their duty and abandoned their honour for silly worldly desires! I can’t forgive them and I’m going to curse all of them!!” Said Perun the Thunderer angrily.
“You’re mad as always.” Said Melvim.
“And do you want to join them too? Do I look like I’m in a good mood to just chit-chat?” Perun said while starting to glow with lightning.
“I don’t want to face the Thunder Hero. Not gonna happen in a million of years. So I’ll be taking that afflicted woman out of here and we’ll be gone in no time. That’ll be our little secret.” Said Melvim as he was taking a firm grip in his sword.
“The thing I hate the most is when someone tries to take what is not theirs.” Declared Perun with his left arm pulling an arrow of electricity from his veins.
The battle began. The Horse galloped around the Warrior while its rider was blocking Perun’s arrows of lightning. Then the Thunderer challenged the speed of the Horseman and was propagating at his side with a similar agility. They exchanged blows without a rest until the Perun kicked the horse and made them roll into the sand.
“Too slow…too damn slow, Melvim! Even if you’re an Immortal, you’re still a loser, pitiful!” Mocked Perun.
Melvim saw that this Undead horse was ‘electrified’ and unable to move again so he stabbed it with his sword and made it consume it. The Immortal Knight took a solid stance in preparation to fight the Warrior of the Storm. His foe was approaching him carelessly with his guard open, Melvim charged at him with a blinding speed but Perun blocked as if it was nothing and struck him with the handle of his axe and added a ‘thunder’ punch to it that flinged him for some meters ahead.
“I thought I will be getting some sport from you but you’re no more than a little snack. Quite the disappointment.” Perun struck his foe’s head with his axe and charged it with an electricity to an insane level that made the knight evaporate into ash. “And how did your false Immortality help you now, coward prince?” Added the Thunderer.
However, there was something he did not notice before, something never came to his head. What was it, that sword of Melvim? He never remembered that his foe had such a weapon with peculiar design. The blade was flying around with the dust that was once the Undead Knight but its motion was strange it was as if it was taking its aim toward Perun and preparing itself to thrust him. The Thunderer realized that the whole threat came from that very sword and when he was trying to block it, the ash reassembled itself into Melvim again and so he attacked Perun from behind too.
“What?!!” Said Perun with great shock. “Aghhh!!” Suffered the Thunderer as he was pierced in the stomach with the sword alongside Melvim who restrained him.
“You bastard! What is this sword capable of?!” Asked Perun in pain.
“Ending the legacy of an Immortal.” Said Melvim while suffering too.
Perun dismantled Melvim from his back and threw him away and tried to get rid of the sword but the weapon already infested his flesh with unearthly dark tendrils.
“Impo-ssible…How could this happen to the strongest of the Immortals? Curse you Melvim!!!” Finally the Thunderer took the sword off his body and so the weapon returned to be wielded by his owner.
Perun kneeled to the ground feeling tremendous agony that he had never felt since a long time: The fear of dying and doom. He, who thought he became beyond life and death, was now facing the harsh reality again.
“Perhaps, if I was not coward, that sword would have finished you the moment it touched your essence… Alas I’m a feeble one as you can see.” Said Melvim as he also relied on the weapon to stay still.
The two otherworldly being were regaining a breath that might not exist basically. But from not far for them they realized that there were three beings were heading toward their location.
“Very good.” Said Melvim.
It was Lazlo and Boran carrying an asleep Acina at his back. They made their best to reach the center of this world and they succeeded in doing so despite an incredible horror that possessed them the more they stepped toward the promising tomb. Their hearts felt indeed the clashing between unspeakable powers.
“Are you sure about that, old man?” Said Lazlo.
“Yeah, this must be the right place, but… it seemed that it was destroyed completely due to it being the center of that Thunder Bolt.” Replied Boran.
The party reached the basin of the sand but the moment they tried to move further, Boran stopped Lazlo and said:
“This is where you stop.”
“Ehhh? What?!” said the Herald Knight with surprise.
“A terrifying nightmare is here; don’t you feel it? It’s so hungry for all the souls in existence.” Added Boran as he gave him the duty to carry the maiden and unsheathed his great sword.
Lazlo’s senses sharpened suddenly as if he saw death itself. “What in the earth is this unspeakable power?!… This is able to end the world itself.” Thought Lazlo.
TO BE CONTINUED
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How to Build an Authentic Life
Warning: This is an 11-minute read article. So grab a coffee, tea, or whatever you fancy and sit down 😉 If you don’t have time, you can bookmark it for later. With that aside, let’s begin!
Four years ago, I was stuck.
I was living like shit. Eating, sleeping, studying, and repeating. I barely had a life outside of high school.
I was lazy, unhealthy, and a little overweight. I had Moobs (short for man boobs — add that to your dictionary) and felt anxious in my body.
I was also very lonely. Despite knowing a lot of people thanks to my extroverted nature, I barely had any real friends.
I would go out sometimes but with people I didn’t really like nor trust, hating every moment of it because I knew I deserved better. I blamed luck for not bringing me the perfect friends with whom I could share my highs and lows.
Being a person who enjoys social interactions, I never had problems making friends. However, I didn’t know how to build real connections with the “friends” that I made. And that left me surrounded by people yet alone.
I also suffered from a poor self-image. I envied those who achieved great things in their lives and wished if I can be like them.
I knew there was something wrong. I knew I needed to do something because loneliness was eating me alive and my weight was decreasing my lifespan.
Saying goodbye to my old people and entering a whole new world called college was not helping me in any way too.
Someday while browsing the net, I came across Mark Manson’s blog (before he became a best-selling author). That was when everything changed.
Mark empathizes that the way to live an authentic life and build meaningful relationships is through this special quality called “vulnerability”.
He defines vulnerability as the act of expressing oneself with its imperfection openly and unapologetically. It’s the state of being your true self and living according to what is right to you, without shame or fear of being judged.
That’s when I became interested in this vulnerability thing. I decided that I need to give it a try. I had nothing to lose anyway.
Fast forward to today, I can confidently say that vulnerability has completely changed my life:
- My confidence has increased tremendously. I’m no longer afraid to be myself and stand for what I believe in.
- I’m no longer in a rush to prove myself to others. I’m taking my time achieving my own goals at my own pace.
- I’m more active than ever. I lost weight, built some muscle and feel much more confident in my body.
- I have made some cool friends who believe in me, keep me company, and constantly push me outside my comfort zone.
- I can openly express myself without feeling ashamed of anything (the fact that I’m writing this article is proof). I no longer hide from my emotions and weaknesses. I learned to embrace them and accept them as a part of being a human.
- I learned to go after what I want boldly and unapologetically.
- I’m actively experimenting with myself and trying everything that sparks my interest.
In a nutshell, I’m living an honest and authentic life that is according to what I think is right. Not to other people’s definition of what is right.
A lot of things have happened in the last 3 years. There was a lot of struggles and painful periods, but I pushed through them and grew stronger as a result.
But enough talking about me, there is something more important we need to discuss.
The Life We Didn’t Choose
Most of us go through our lives taking the road of safety and convention. Doing exactly as what we are told by figures we consider to be superior like parents, teachers, society…etc.
We play the safe game and never question whether we really like it or not.
If I give you a ball and tell you to shoot it as far as you can. Then pick it up, go back to the starting position and shoot it again. You’ll do it a few times, maybe you’ll spend an hour on it if you’re persistent (and have no life). Eventually, you’ll grow bored and go home.
If, however, I give you a ball and ask you to come up with a game on your own. You create the rules. Go ahead and be creative and make your own ball game. Then invite your friends for a match.
I bet all my savings that even if your friends disliked this game, you will never grow bored of it because it’s a game you created with your own rules. Your own authentic creation.
That’s exactly the same thing with life. If we live a life that was handed to us by others and which we didn’t choose, we will never feel fulfilled and we’ll start hating ourselves for it.
We’ll start to think we’re failures because we don’t win at the game we were given. We’ll try hard to succeed, only to realize that we don’t even want to.
For instance, I used to think that success is all about achieving academic excellence. Being brought up by parents who finished their education and worked hard to bring food to our table has influenced their thinking about success and mine as a consequence.
It was until I finally decided to question my old life that I really did see the fault in this thinking. I respect everyone’s view and I believe that education is important for the development of a well-balanced individual. But I dare say that after high school, it becomes merely a way to get a job and doesn’t offer much growth.
Anyways, the point is if we still measure ourselves to a life we didn’t choose, we’ll never feel like we can be successful. And even if we do succeed, it will be a short-lived dopamine high before we start questioning if that was even worth it in the first place.
It’s time we turn the tables on the game we were handed and decide to create our own game rules instead.
And that is only possible through vulnerability.
On Being Vulnerable
According to Google, vulnerability is the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.
Since we no longer live in caves, we are interested in the “being exposed to emotional attack” part here.
You see, questioning the safe way and deciding to create your own is hard. It’s so hard actually that you’ll suffer a lot from criticism, rejection, judgment and even self-doubt.
Being vulnerable means that you understand this and are willing to pay the price to get to where you want.
Let me repeat that again, vulnerability is being okay with getting rejected, ridiculed, judged, and in some cases, accused of madness.
Anything in life that is worth doing involves being exposed to emotional pain.
Standing up for yourself leaves you exposed to ridicule and judgment.
Asking your crush out leaves you exposed to rejection and heartbreak.
Sharing your secrets and feelings with your friends leaves you exposed to envy and disloyalty.
All those are painful emotions. But the acts are worth it.
If you don’t stand up for what you believe, you’ll be a doormat and will never get the respect you want.
If you don’t ask your crush out, you’ll waste a lot of time fantasizing about someone who may or may not reciprocate your feelings.
If you don’t share yourself with your friends, they’ll never trust you enough to become your real buddies (a secret I learned the hard way).
All those are vulnerable acts because you are ‘exposed’ to emotional pain every time you do them.
The more worthwhile the act is, the more vulnerable it will leave you, thus the greater the exposed pain and potential for growth.
More worthwhile = More vulnerable = Greater pain = Greater growth
So, how can vulnerability help you create an authentic life?
Any authentic life involves around doing activities that are authentic to the person involved. By their nature, authentic acts are vulnerable acts because they require that you risk embarrassing yourself and looking stupid to others every time you do them.
To put it in a simple framework, an authentic life consists of 3 main areas:
Let’s go through each one of them in more details.
It’s literally anything that makes you unique and differentiates you from the masses.
Your hobbies, the clothes you wear, the food you eat, your music taste, whether you watch Game of Thrones or Chernobyl, your favorite sport, your job/study field, your ambitions and dreams, your opinions about the world, your philosophy, the friends you hang out with, the books you read, your volunteering experience, …etc.
If you have little to no care for the above things (apart from the GOT or Chernobyl thing which you don’t need to care about — I don’t), then you really got some work to do.
What are your hobbies? Photography? Guitar? Maybe rock climbing? How about camping? Take your time to explore various activities. The possibilities are endless.
If you think there is some area that needs improvement in your lifestyle, start searching for ways to improve it. Use the internet to your advantage (Quick fact: do you know that you can use the internet to browse websites other than FB/Instagram/Youtube? Trust me, a lot of people don’t know that).
Remember that those things are vulnerable because you’re challenging yourself to grow and learn more about the world around you. You’re cultivating new opinions, challenging your own limiting beliefs and replacing them with healthy alternatives.
This is where you’ll actually build your vulnerability muscle (aka courage).
This area includes activities that get you out of your comfort zone and expose you to great emotional pain.
It may include:
- Asking your crush out (and accepting her/his response graciously and moving on rather than wasting time in fantasy).
- Cutting off bad relationships and toxic people
- Forcing yourself to socialize more and meet new people
- Joining a gym and embarrassing your way out of the badly-designed machines (currently happening to me)
- Taking leadership roles within your club/organization/job…etc
- Exploring a new career/study field
- Starting a business (if that’s what you’re into)
- Talking in front of a group of people
Basically, it’s about going boldly after what you want.
Remember that your vulnerability/courage muscle is just like a real muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it becomes. So start small and keep gradually challenging yourself and exploring your limits.
I promise you, by regularly training your courage muscle, things that once felt impossible to do will slowly start to become less and less intimidating.
Here comes the hardest part of all the three.
What do I mean by Authentic Communication?
Have you ever felt so self-conscious when talking to someone that you start to stutter or in an attempt to not embarrass yourself by saying something stupid, you don’t say anything at all?
It sucks. We all have experienced that. Especially when talking to a person we admire or secretly crush on, it can intensify and become real torture! You start to question where has your personality been when you needed it the most or why are you such a failure you can’t talk properly to the person in front of you?
On the other hand, have you ever experienced having a spontaneous conversation with someone that words just flew out naturally without you caring about a thing? You know, when you felt completely present and your head was minding its own business and not nagging at you in the background? You joked, teased, played, and expressed yourself authentically when you were in this state.
What is the difference between the two scenarios? It’s how you think about the situation.
In the first scenario, you were putting the other person on a pedestal and you worried if you can’t impress him/her. You started to see the conversation in a logical way using your brain to tell you what’s the next best thing to say/do in order to come closer to your goal of making a good impression and avoid getting rejected.
In the second scenario, you let your creative side take care of everything. You didn’t worry about “conquering the conversation” or “scoring points” because you didn’t see it in a logical way. You didn’t worry about getting rejected or saying something weird. You were just being yourself, saying what’s on your mind even if it may expose you to getting rejected (again, being vulnerable).
Ironically, this would actually make you leave a far better impression than you would if you take it logically.
You see, human relationships are based on emotions. How you make people feel is far more important than ‘what you bring to the table’. There is a reason why a comedian has more followers and fans than, say, a scientist.
Emotions aren’t logical. They are to be felt and not to be processed. Thus it doesn’t make any sense to try to build real life-long relationships through braining your way to people’s hearts.
The only way to attract new relationships and nurture existing ones is through emotions.
You elicit emotions in other people by truly expressing yourself, openly, unashamedly.
By becoming spontaneous and uninhibited, you open doors to amazing conversations that would never occur if you tried to plan your words.
Showing who you are, exposed, uninhibited, is the only way to truly change your relationships and life in general.
By becoming good at expressing your emotions, you learn how to elicit emotions in the people of your life and strengthen your relationships as a result. That’s Authentic Communication.
Now, how do you express yourself authentically?
Again, by accepting that rejection, ridicule, and judgment are inevitable.
You know the classic truth “Not everyone will like you”. I’d like to take it further and add “And that’s okay!” to it.
Transitioning from a people-pleaser who is always agreeable to someone who is unpretentious and says what’s on his mind is hard at first. Because you’ve got to give up on the need to be liked by everyone. No one, apart from little cute babies, is adored by everyone. You got to shove this fact into your damn skull and learn to live with it.
But it’s not bad, really. When you express yourself fully and without inhibitions, you indirectly say to the world “I’m an amazing person, as unique as a unicorn. Take me or leave me, I’m fine anyways.” This will result in one of these two scenarios:
- Some people will dislike you (inevitable)
- A lot of people will love you so damn much
Instead of being a people pleaser and end up on a third scenario where “no one loves you nor dislikes you”, you’re setting yourself to meet your own people, those who are proud to be with you and enjoy your company to the fullest.
I am glad I made the effort to find my people. I made some enemies along the way but again, the result is worth the price.
So be a unique guy/girl, say weird things, ask stupid questions, ask deep questions, tease and be playful with others. You’ll filter those who are so boring to appreciate your uniqueness and keep those who will love you until the end.
If you’re reading this, that means that you made it through this long text, Thank you very much!!
As we’ve seen, the path towards building an authentic life is through putting yourself into situations that leave you vulnerable to emotional pain.
Living an authentic life requires that you work on the three major areas: Authentic Lifestyle, Authentic Action, and Authentic Communications.
Keep in mind that the point here is not to to be perfect in all the three, but to strike a balance between them.
In the end, choosing to go against the current and design your own game rules is difficult. Not everybody is ready for it.
Nevertheless, I hope I encouraged you to take a deeper look at your current life and see if it lacks your personal touch. If that’s the case, boy, you got some work to do!
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