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Death is not the enemy, it is fear; fear of confronting what is uncomfortable, what's painful. But this world isn't meant to be a place of comfort, it is an arena and the harsh truth is that you are not getting out of it alive. It is human nature to always do everything to avoid discomfort, to avoid pain; we deceive, we lie to ourselves; we become compromising, agreeable; we say "yes" when we mean "no", in order to avoid conflict; because we are afraid of not being liked, of being rejected. But agreeability disguised as kindness is nothing but weakness and the weak are not respected, they are exploited; they are replaced, forgotten. Paralyzed by our fears, we choose to not break the shackles of what is keeping us down; it is comfort at the expense of growth. But he who chooses to not grow will be crushed, crushed by the harsh reality of this universe; his suffering won't be temporary, it will be eternal. Be kind because you choose to, not because you have to. Be one with the fire or else its flames will devour you. Be the storm or be blown away by it. This world respects nothing but strength.
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Become the wind when the storm is shaking you; Be the dawn when the darkness of a thousand lonely nights is devouring you; When you're falling, be gravity; Be the rock in the surf. Become a force; unshaken by the exterior, complete in the interior; a force that cannot be ignored, that cannot be tamed. There is no salvation, except within yourself and no one can bring it to you but you.
Become the man who gets bored with peace, who falls in love with the storm; the man who walks through fire and doesn't burn; who gazes into the abyss and feels calm. Become the man who endures a never-ending night, calling solitude a friend and companion; the man who can lose everything and smile; who doesn't fear death but chooses to walk alongside it. Become one with your shadow, have ice in your veins. This is worth more than every material gain, than every woman, than every earthly pleasure or comfort. - written on a grim and rainy summer day, Montag, 7. Juli 2025
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