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There is a special kind of violence we don't notice because it comes from within. It's the voice that demands: be different. Not who you are now. More focused. Calmer. More productive. Kinder. This voice seems like an ally — after all, it wants our improvement. In reality, it persecutes. We wage war against our own behavior without understanding...
Evolution doesn't care about your happiness, it needs your survival.
Just when you think you've figured it all out, reality changes the rules.
Stop being the weatherman of your own life. Just live in the weather.
Andrey hit a pothole on Science Avenue at 8:43 AM. The impact was hard. The suspension cracked, coffee splashed from the cup onto his jeans. In the "old world" (about ten years ago), Andrey would be cursing right now. Then he'd get out, kick the wheel. Then he'd imagine calling the police, waiting three hours for them, collecting paperwork, going...
Katya deleted Instagram on Tuesday, at 11:47 PM. Before that, she wrote a post. Wrote it for a long time — first draft, second draft, third. She needed to find the right words. Honest, but not pathetic. Bold, but not arrogant. Vulnerable, but not weak. It came out like this: "I'm leaving. I don't know for how long — maybe forever. These past...
Anton checked the email for the fourth time. Three paragraphs to a client. Routine approval. He read it over, changed a word, changed it back. Sent. A second later, he was checking if it went through. It did. He opened his sent folder. Read it again. Found a phrase that now seemed harsh. Or did it? He couldn't tell. He imagined the client reading...
A person beaten with a stick their whole life instinctively looks for a razor blade in every gingerbread.
Hell is not a place where demons roast sinners. Hell is a place where no one believes that Heaven could exist somewhere.
AI knows you better than your mom. Mom sees your mask. AI sees your queries at 3 AM.
Have you ever thought about how a pearl is born? A grain of sand gets inside the shell. A foreign body. An irritant. Pain. And to protect itself from this pain, to isolate this splinter, the mollusk begins to cover it layer by layer with nacre. Year after year. It doesn't try to create a masterpiece. It simply tries to soothe the pain. And as a result of this long, agonizing, unconscious process, something beautiful is born.
We live as if we're writing a draft that we'll someday rewrite in clean copy. But God has no eraser. Only a pen.
Nationalism is an emergency mechanism for restoring trust within a narrow circle when general trust has been destroyed.
Waiting for the "right moment" is like standing on the shore and waiting for the ocean to calm down before entering the water. The ocean won't stop. The moment will never be right. It will only be now.
We call chaos everything that moves faster than our understanding.