The man who possesses high pattern recognition is the most dangerous man alive. He has seen and suffered so much in this world that when he walks into any room, he makes people feel completely naked. Just by holding a little bit of conversation, he now sees the world as puzzles, and tries to connect whatever he has seen and understood in his life to that. And often he even succeeds.
Pattern recognition > IQ
be kind. be someone worth looking up to. have empathy towards every living being on the earth. never forget we all bleed the same. learn to sit with your own filth, or you will find yourself in places you don't want to see. don't lie to yourself it corrupts the soul and makes you age faster. forget about hell. forget about heaven. be a human first. be a human first.
Your father earned and saved money from that small business, which barely ever ran stable, and even then, with that money, he got his brothers and sisters married. And you will die carrying all your knowledge and your fancy degree, but you will never understand what he knows.
be kind. be someone worth looking up to. have empathy towards every living being on the earth. never forget we all bleed the same. learn to sit with your own filth, or you will find yourself in places you don't want to see. don't lie to yourself it corrupts the soul and makes you age faster. forget about hell. forget about heaven. be a human first. be a human first.
You held on to the urge to chase away that darkness that grows inside you. And as long as you kept listening to people. Kept watching them yell. That terrifying dreadful darkness kept swallowing you from within. And you wonder when you go to bed what mistake you made. Your mistake was every thought that came to you at midnight. Which you dismissed and thought was stupid. Your mistake was trying to chase away that thought which ate at your mind and stripped you completely naked in front of yourself. It showed you exactly what you really were. And it swallowed you. Swallowed you. And you didn't let it fully swallow you. Because you were afraid of it. You were fucking afraid that terrifying dreadful thought would strip you naked in front of yourself.
Leave the world behind. Say no to everyone. Isolate yourself. Sit with your own thoughts. Don't fear them, you've been afraid of them, and that's why your life has turned to mush. Let them hollow you out. Let them eat you until you feel alive. Read old books. Read Dostoevsky. Write. Create. Let people call you extreme. Let them call you psychopath. Fine. Greatness was never for the mediocre. It was for prophets who could sacrifice themselves on God's path. So sacrifice yourself for God's sake, give something from your obsession to his world. And die giving.
Something used to eat people from inside. Something was there that constantly ate their flesh. And to get rid of it. They moved mountains. They worked with their own hands until they bled. They kept working until their bodies turned into corpses. Or until the parasite that ate their flesh died. But something eats me from inside too. So why didn't I create anything. Why didn't I work with my body until it became a corpse. But when I look deep into myself. I came to know that I did. Every porn that I watched thinking nobody will know but God knew. Every excuse that I made reasonable to be able to sleep at night peacefully. Every thought where I killed God. Every suffering that I took as a curse. When it was a blessing that God gave. The parasite did not decide. The bodies decided.
I used to think. How can a man spend his entire life inside alcohol. But when I looked deep inside him. I saw. He no longer possesses that body, nor that soul he tries to control every night at 4 am. Saying he won't drink tomorrow. Because He has annihilated his own consciousness and inner soul so many times. Now, in search of its own identity, it has surrendered itself to the demons.
Every promise you break to yourself, while something ate away from inside you, is evidence that God was giving you signal, and yet, you didn't decode it, didn't even try to. And there were angels on your shoulders, writing down how you annihilated God's will and chose devils instead. Prepare yourself to face God on the reckoning day.
Isolation is the thing that ends everything, and it strips you naked in front of that face of your own, the one your parents hid, the one people hid. When you taste the blood of your own loneliness and step into solitude, you'll realize you've entered a dimension where there's nothing but peace, peace alone
live life to the extreme. Go get stuck at some grocery store, work twenty hours on just six hours of sleep, and when you'll lift stock whose weight forces your spine to cry out, it'll give you stories. It'll give you clarity about life. It'll make you reflect on those sins of yours that you would have forgotten that you had committed. that's how you find the meaning of life, not by reading books.
live life to the extreme. Go get stuck at some grocery store, work twenty hours on just six hours of sleep, and when you'll lift stock whose weight forces your spine to cry out, it'll give you stories. It'll give you clarity about life. It'll make you reflect on those sins of yours that you would have forgotten that you had committed. that's how you find the meaning of life, not by reading books.