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I like how you put that. The answer isn’t in the lesson, it’s in the practice.
I like how you put that. The answer isn’t in the lesson, it’s in the practice.
We aren’t built to be satisfied. Our survival in a prehistorical context depended on our constant vigilance in the face of the ever-present risk of death from myriad dangers. That has required of us to evolve into fearful, violent creatures. Nothing forces us to act that way in a safer, less existentially precarious context, but there’s a lot of hard-wiring for us to fight against. I think so long as you’re willing to face that skittish, aggressive, hoarding nature and try to calm it down and perpetually remind it that it’s going to be ok, you’re on your way to some pretty solid contentment.
Of course that first requires that you’ve somehow magicked your way to a reliably full belly and roof over your head, which… well good luck
I’m franco-american, living in france, and I regularly get people telling me they’re sorry for insulting me for being american. It’s so ingrained in the culture here to shit on americans it’s something of a knee-jerk reaction. I get it, america’s the hegemon, we’re the big baddy, I just wish that didn’t spill over into a kind of xenophobia that people are so comfortable with they regularly catch themselves being openly insulting to people they call their friends.
In France there are plenty of people who ask for Dafalgan or neurofen but have no idea what paracetamol or ibuprofen are.