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Introducing myself

henrisalo

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I've come a long way. Since I was a teenager, I tried to heal myself from whatever wasn't working out in my life by staring at the mirror and saying: you coward, fix it! In the end, I succeeded. I found a way of making things work out for me: doing things alone.

That doesn't mean that these things worked out for people around me. They are always pointing out how am I sabotaging myself, running away from myself, hiding from life. I toughened up a lot in these past years, but I'm still no competition to people around me in social grounds.

They say I'm lazy and spoiled. And also I'm thinking all the time that they are thinking I'm lazy and spoiled. I write for 3.5h a day, I do daily social media work, reading, preparing novels, I work out in the park every single day no matter the weather, I meditate and do pranayama everyday, I blog several times a week, take cold showers, I fast, I put myself into extremely anxious situations just to make my writing career move a bit. They say I'm lazy and spoiled and I tend to believe them, because I should be taking trips with my girlfiend/wife and socializing.

God forbid if I tell someone this. They joke about my "hard work". And so I look myself in the mirror and say: you coward, fix it, otherwise you're not gonna make it.

Anyway, good to be here. I hope it helps.
 
Sounds a lot like my life growing up. I would beat myself into making things work no matter how hard they were. I always went by the golden rule of the gym "No pain, no gain". Too bad I was beating a dead horse and not knowing that the horse was already dead.
 
OMG the sh** I put myself through, too. Insanity. Phsycial, mental, spiritual, academic......endless. Always in PLANK position with sharks swimming below.

I agree. The horse I am beating is dead and rotting, a carcass by now and I am the only one who doesn't get it.

I like this movie. Go to 1:13:18-25. He says, "We never had a chance! We were dead the minute we hit the ground!"


Ummmm, yup. Only speaking for myself.
 
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