In-depth essays on psychology, mindfulness, and how the mind works. Entries: 9.
At the root of almost every emotional pain in relationships lies a quiet, barely audible whisper: "They don't value me again." We desperately search in another person for that look, that word, that action which will finally prove our worth to us. We wait to be accepted whole. And in this expectation lies the main paradox. We seek acceptance from...
A modern person is not searching for love. They open a Project. Every Project arrives with a technical brief. Specifications designed to engineer safety. Height - "from", weight - "up to" so you can feel protected or showcase your status. Age - "under", to avoid colliding with somebody else's fatigue. Financial protocol - "no lower", to sidestep a...
You sit in your familiar office or apartment. Outside the window the world is dull grey. Inside there is an itch. A nasty, aching emptiness, as if a raw wound were lodged inside you. It demands attention. It yells: "Something’s wrong! Do something, now!" That’s when he shows up. Our inner Foreman. The specialist who erects invisible fortresses,...
Let's be honest. Every one of us has made a promise and, three seconds later, thought, "Why on earth did I say that?" It's a universal human experience, like hunting for the second sock in the morning or craving junk food at one a.m. We like to split the world of promises into black and white: break it and you're "bad," keep it and you're "good."...
Inside each of us a civil war is underway. It is a quiet, exhausting battle we have fought since birth. On one side stands the person we want to be: polite, kind, generous, brave. The polished facade we show the world. On the other side sit the guerrilla units entrenched in the underground of our soul: Anger, Envy, Fear, Lust, Sloth. Our entire...
Ever happened to you? Someone throws a harsh line your way and you instantly counterattack with logic and facts, desperate to prove you’re right. Even if you win the argument, a bitter aftertaste remains. Why? Because you responded to the words, not the person. In that split second your psyche slammed shut inside a four-walled cell: “Incoming...
You don't exist. What you call "I" is a pirated assembly of other people's ideas about success, installed on your factory hardware back in childhood. Clumsy, with broken drivers, but with a full suite of office programs: "Be convenient," "Don't stand out," "What will people say?" Your parents, out of immense, panicked love, were the first system...
At first, we are architects. We are born a wild, unmapped landscape. Somewhere lies a swamp of secret wants, somewhere cliffs of irrational fear, somewhere clearings of pure, causeless joy. Very early on, though, an inner perfectionist wakes up with a master plan for the build-out. He isn’t a tyrant. He’s a decorator. He undertakes the...
This is your inner, pocket tyrant. A tiny mad director you yourself handed an unlimited budget and complete creative freedom. He sits in your head, legs crossed, sketching the storyboards of the future. Right here everyone else will say exactly this . And you will answer like that . Perfect lighting, measured pauses. He even picks poses for a...
"I am an explorer describing what I see. Each text here is a mirror reflecting one facet of human experience; one ray of light falling at a particular angle. This is not the ultimate truth nor a universal diagnosis. There are no final answers here. Only an invitation to reflect."