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Chapter 37 – Life Taught Me Restraint

Posted 1 month ago under DINOSAUR, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: Achievement, Agency, agency-withholding, articulation, attachment, avoidance, boundaries, cognitive dissonance, communication, confession, consent, consequence, desire, emotional labor, Ethics, Existentialism, failure modes, honesty, identity, Intimacy., Isolation, learning, loneliness, loss, masculinity, Mastery, memory, moral discipline, optimization, overfitting, permission, phenomenology, power dynamics, procedural grief, Reciprocity, recognition, regret, repression, restraint, self-accountability, self-authorship, self-erasure, silence, social norms, speech acts, time, translation, unmet-need, unspoken, vulnerability.

Chapter 37 - Life Taught Me Restraint Life Taught Me Restraint - Part I Restraint became my native tongue;
desire learned to speak only in silence.
I hid the wanting so well
even I forgot its shape. Read more from here...

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Believe

Posted 3 months ago under DINOSAUR, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: Agency, attention, becoming, belief, Choice, clarity, commitment, connection, Courage, discipline, existence, hope, identity, imagination, Integrity, love, permission, possibility, presence, resilience, restraint, risk, SelfAcceptance, stillness, trust.

What you think, you become.
What if I am the real son of a gun-
the lucky one?
I am no ambassador for bad luck,
no role model for a sitting duck.
I hold the power to change my world. Read more from here...

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Twelve Long Years

Posted 3 months ago under DINOSAUR, Essays, Psychology Tagged: blame, Body, books, brush, childhood, crried, debt, degree, desert, dry, emotional intelligence, express, eyebrows rise, favours, gardens, gesture, heart, kiss, kiss goodnight, locked away, mistress, no whore, nobility, obligations, peace, permission, repay, running away, survival, tender, tongues sharpen, twelve years, vanish.

From age 21 to 33 - twelve long years - I kept my body and my heart locked away from any woman. I didn't touch a single girl for twelve years.
Now, at 42, I still have no girlfriend, no hand to hold, no voice that calls me hers - never had.
I didn’t finish my degree, and I carried the debt of my parents’ favours - debts I had to repay, along with the blame of running away from my obligations.
Still, I earned about 300,000 dollars in that time, without anyone investing a dime in me.
Childhood vanished into studying for a future I never reached, and most of my youth burned up fulfilling duties that never fed my soul.
I walked away from my studies because they no longer served my purpose - books couldn’t give me the emotional intelligence I needed to talk to a girl, to express myself, to be human in the ways that matter. Read more from here...

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