“I’m Stuck” Is A Lie
It starts in the quiet moments. Lies you tell yourself in the dark: I’m stuck. I’m alone. This is just how things are. It’s too late. These lies burrow into you, convincing you you’re trapped, a casualty of your own life.
It starts in the quiet moments. Lies you tell yourself in the dark: I’m stuck. I’m alone. This is just how things are. It’s too late. These lies burrow into you, convincing you you’re trapped, a casualty of your own life.
It is not good for man to be alone. As in warfare and most games of strategy, isolation often precedes defeat and death.
Something wants to eat us all alive. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Everything, everything, everything all at once. We’re out in the void, past where we could’ve turned around. Just a raw nerve satisfying. Correction is needed, but hard to see from this perspective.
I didn’t set out to find answers this year, but some books had other plans. These are the best passages I read in 2024 — just fragments, ideas, and turns of phrase that stuck in my mind.
No one can save you from yourself—or your consequences. When you hand over responsibility for your mental, emotional, or spiritual state to someone else, you give away your power. You give away your God. You choose helplessness. And in that helplessness, a limited, fearful, power-hungry world takes control of your life.