People respect you more when they don't see you often. Even parents. Trust me. It's strange how distance rearranges love, how absence restores what closeness erodes. When people are deprived of your presence, they start seeing you clearly again, not through habit but through awareness. Proximity dulls perception. Space sharpens it. That's just how the human mind works.
People who think they are extremely self-aware are often doing nothing more than turning themselves into a permanent psychological project. Every reaction is analyzed, every emotion is interpreted, every insecurity is examined, every childhood event is revisited.
They call it awareness, but most of the time it is simply self-preoccupation with intellectual decoration around it. The ego has not disappeared, it has become the observer, the analyst, the therapist, and the patient all at once. Years can pass this way. The prison remains exactly where it was. Only the description of the prison becomes more sophisticated.
imagine a swapped version… this immortal who despite everything they've seen, still sees the world as beautiful, and teaches the mortal that to give them hope to keep going in life
“who gave birth to me? whose fault is it that I'm like this? It was yours that I've been paying for it. People out there avoid me, they're scared of me, and they mock me but my mother is the one who truly hates me and looks down on me….I’ve never asked for this life” —Big World
“from learning what other people once discovered to making your own discoveries. the more comfortable we get with being stupid, the deeper we will wade into the unknown and the more likely we are to make big discoveries.”
exquisite, marvelous, sublime, distinguished.