Just like 100 thousand years ago, carrying a large head by Homo Sapiens was just a cumbersome burden. Man had to run and fight, and such a sensitive head did not help him survive, but… After 100 thousand years, it turned out to be a bullseye. Thanks to the developed brain, man completely dominated the planet – Earth. He who laughs last laughs best. Unfortunately for the animals. Sometimes the last specimens are locked in a zoo as a souvenir… of their stupidity.
History repeats itself. For decades, wearing one’s heart on one’s sleeve was just a burden. Everyone, in essence, screwed me over. They admired my pseudo-intelligence. So intelligent, yet so stupid. IQ above 200, probably outgrew itself. If he lets himself be used, let’s go, “let’s ride” and take advantage. After all, everyone does it. Right. If there’s an opportunity, why not take it.
Once someone asked me why, despite all your intelligence, you are not super rich yet. I said that I am not interested in money. He was a little surprised and continued to screw me over. He screwed me over for money, of course.
Yes. For decades, keeping one’s heart on one’s sleeve does not favor a nice life. It does not favor a pleasant life, nor an easy one. This was my most difficult “project”. A project called “happy life”. As a small child, I realized that material things do not bring happiness. So I searched. I searched for a long time. Searching for almost 50 years with my heart on my sleeve, because there is no other way. Constantly learning from my own suffering. From my own failures. I don’t know where I got so much strength. I guess I didn’t have it at all. It was given to me. To this day, I do not understand what happened.
Of course, love is not simple. It never will be. It is hardest to find it within oneself. It’s darkest under the lamp. It is also difficult to find it in the world. But it exists. To children, it seems like a weakness. To children without love. Because when they are exploited, it is only because they cannot defend themselves. No, no. Sometimes, or always, love allows itself to be used for higher purposes. For love itself. And there is no other way to love than by letting yourself be pushed around because you love. Believe me, there is no other way. You cannot love and possess when others suffer. It’s just not possible.
There is only one love. You cannot be with it and not, at the same time. To be in a split. There is no diversification here. Risk reduction. Either you love. Or you are still searching. Believe me, either you immerse yourself completely in love and you are in Nirvana, or you are still searching and struggling.
We are waiting for you all the time. Come and enjoy the gifts of love…
I recommend Nirvana’s song “Rape me”. Unfortunately, Kurt didn’t make it. Or maybe he did. Greetings to all who let themselves be raped.
P.S. I won’t provide an AI-generated image because they will ban me if I write “generate an image for the post: rape me, my friend”…