Give money. Give it when it’s unwise. Give it when you have little to eat. Give it when your wife pleads to you to save for your sick kid for winter. Give it and give it again and give it once more. He who is cutthroat in his continual detaching from the material in service of

You do such wonderful humanitarian philanthropy to everyone when you are perpetually in a good mood. Your very presence becomes a reminder of what a person like me dwelling in their misery might’ve forgotten. Your sight will cleanse sore eyes. It’s thus your duty to be happy.

reading speed—there’s an argument to be made—may also hinge upon early exposure to books. many i met who have exceptional almost-robotic powers when it comes to reading and comprehension retention have either been doing it their whole lives or possess an absolute love and

because they think their smartness in crafting very convincing arguments absolves them from doing the necessary spiritual work on the thing they just argued themselves out of. all the smartness in the world equates to zero if you don’t have an ounce of wisdom.

when was the last time you got up off your chair when the waiter with whom you made acquaintance during your weekly coffee shop visits came over to shake your hand? what? he stands and you stay seated? when will you embody again the ethic of the high, divinely-mannered man? you’d

I swear to God that if I see you again moaning and begrudging this very moment like a little petulant child just because you have something to do that you find the slightest bit inconvenient I will direct at you a look of disgust so disrespectful it’ll seep into your soul. Wake

nietzsche would love you: “there is no such thing as health in itself... what is called health in one person might look like the opposite in another... finally, the great question remains whether we can really do without sickness for the sake of our virtue."

most of the suffering you suffer from is from resisting suffering, not suffering itself. worlds of pain come crashing down when you accept that inoculation against suffering is impossible. hell, all your magnificently miserable musings are likely the result of a vague and

force your child to do the good things. no debate or discussion. no wishy-washy first-world helicopter-parent sentimentalism. force them to learn the virtues. force them to speak properly. force them to read. force them to stay active. force them to treat with impeccable manners

Get this beauty her account back. It’s so devastating to pour all your heart into cultivating with an almost maternal compassion one’s account to then have it stripped by some hacker like this. Nikita Bier, we implore you to fix this.

your smile. it’s God-less. you put suffering aside, then smile. you never smiled “through” the suffering. whenever you doomscroll and see the most heinous crime conducted on the most innocent child, you instantly jerk your head away from it and “forget” it in order to resume life

wouldn’t monetising one’s craft to help them stay able to continue producing the craft be ultimately more noble and higher-minded than NOT monetising the craft to preserve the “virgin transaction-free sanctity” of it but then not be able to produce it at all because one cannot

begs the question: what if one’s entire catalog of failures boiled down to a mere lack of faith and a midway giving up on believing in the translatability of image into real life? imagine if you’re a failure just because you weren’t delusional enough. devastating.