I go MIA on people sometimes and I don’t mean it out of spite… I’m just focusing on myself, what I’m doing, and what’s my next move.

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By all means, very few things or activities emotionally transfix me on the whole. Feeling is rare but it’s all I can hope for. You can experience momentary likeness towards a whole range of stuff, but they usually do not hold you an emotional captive. You don’t feel truly enchanted by their nature. As I say, you can share a subtle handholding with them; You just sort of develop an interest in those. If I read a book, go to a play, see a painting, or hear a piece of music that makes me expand the parameters of my response—makes me think differently, makes me think more completely about something—then I’ve had an emotionally useful experience. That’s when I know it’s not merely a handholding, it’s a powerful grab by the entire mechanism of the soul. Otherwise, as I said, it’s merely decorative and a waste of time. Emotions; it’s all there is to it.

Edward Albee, from an interview with the Academy of Achievement, 2005 

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this isn’t a blog. it’s a coping mechanism

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I don’t want to get rid of the unpleasant things,
I want to learn how to deal with them.
I don’t want to numb the pain because I would only be blocking out the happiness to come as well,
And replacing it by feeling nothing.
I want to feel every mountain and valley because the landforms are always beautiful
No matter how low or high you are on life.
I claim the tears and the sorrow because they are necessary to ever appreciate anything good that comes my way.
I choose to feel the acid rain that pours upon my soul and all the broken hearts, Because I know someday the sun will reach through the darkened clouds and cradle my battered body in its arms, and let me know everything will be okay again.
And I’ll bandage my own broken hearts,
After learning that I don’t need anyone but myself to do it for me.
Some may call me crazy for embracing the terrible things, but I do.
I want poetry,
And sin and forgiveness,
And tumults and beacons of hope.
I claim them all.

Jaelyn.Aragon, The Right to Emotions

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Nietzsche urges us to see that human suffering is necessary, but what is not necessary is painfully regretting that suffering. Our condition hands us difficulty, and unless we are careful to stop ourselves, we add more difficulty to our lot by fearing and loathing that difficulty. We suffer and then hate ourselves for suffering. We are much better off accepting the pain, seeing it as universal, noting that it can be borne, and, when possible, expressing it.

Jennifer Michael Hecht, Stay

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And what is the most terrible thing about boredom? Why do we rush to dispel it? Because it is a distraction-free state which soon enough reveals underlying unpalatable truths about existence—our insignificance, our meaningless existence, our inexorable progression to deterioration and death.

Irvin Yalom, The Schopenhauer Cure

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