Philosophy                Pizdec is inevitable             26 March 2025


   The past six months have been particularly generous with all sorts of
   twists and turns, and I have to admit, most of them haven't exactly
   been the easiest trials for me.  Fair enough.  I've already travelled
   a long and thorny road, and none of it has been enough to break me.
   Rattled me a little?  Sure.  But I still find the strength to pick
   myself up and keep moving forward.

   I like to think of my life as a long-distance train journey - where
   I'm the driver, people are the passengers, and the stations are the
   days passing by.  The tracks are my life, while the junctions are the
   decisions I make.  There's something deeply satisfying about this
   metaphor.

   For a long time, I struggled to understand what was stopping me from
   fully living in the present instead of being stuck in the past or
   preoccupied with the future.  And just recently, I finally figured it
   out.  Our regrets live in the past, while our anxieties belong to the
   future.  I can't be at peace with my life if I'm not actually living
   in it - if my mind is trapped in what's already happened or what
   might come next.

   The past, in a way, is easy to grasp.  It's like a finished film
   reel, with everything recorded, unchangeable.  The future, though, is
   trickier - anything could happen, and the sheer number of
   possibilities is overwhelming.  No wonder the mind struggles.  But
   the solution is brutally simple: just accept that things will be
   inevitably fucked up - and never waste another thought on it.





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