Suffering Surfaces the Self

Misery isn’t doing something you

It’s becoming someone you hate when you
do it.

I have no problem executing the grunt work, sucking it up and grinding it out
until the job gets done. With a little creativity and lot of focus, I can rationalize
most of life’s activities into something at least marginally meaningful.


When an experience causes me to
degrade into the lowest version of myself, this cynical, bitter, apathetic, antisocial,
hypercritical sack of flesh and bones, that’s my definition of miserable.

When my relationship to the world no
longer makes sense to me, and I feel like a lonely chunk of tofu taking on the
flavor of whatever disgusting soup it’s immersed in, that’s my definition of

When I’m trapped in a system of
rules that put me at odds with myself, one that keeps my intellect on pause and
my expression on mute, forcing me into a false self I can no longer comfortably
inhabit, that’s my definition of miserable.

See the difference?

less about activity and more about identity.

Because I don’t care about being the
best at what I do.

I just want to be best of who I am.

The upside is, misery also gives me a
window into my values.

Suffering surfaces the self.

So it’s still a net gain. 


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