"The person to blame is sitting right across from you"

Even Jeffrey Dahmer didn't blame parents, society, or childhood trauma for why he's fucked up

إنّ أولَ ما ينبغي أنْ يَبدأ به الإنسانُ مِن أصنافِ السياسةِ سياسةُ نفسِه إذ كانت نفسُه أقربَ الأشياءِ إليه وأكرَمَها عليه وأَولاها بعنايته ولأنه متى أحسَنَ سياسةَ نفسِه لَمْ يَعي بما فوقَها مِن سياسةِ المِصر. ومِن أوائلِ ما يَلزَم مَن رامَ سياسةَ نفسِه أنْ يَعلَمَ أنّ له عَقلًا هو السائِس، ونَفسًا أمّارةً بالسوء كثيرةَ المَعايِب جَمّةَ المساوِئ في طبعِها وأصل خَلقِها هي المَسوسة ... كذلك مَن رام سياسةَ نفسِه ورياضَتَها وإصلاحَ فاسِدِها لَمْ يَجُز له أنْ يَبتَدِئ في ذلك حتى يَعرف جميعَ مساوئِ نفسِه معرفةً محيطة فإنّه إنْ أغفَلَ بعض تلك المساوئ وهو يَرى أنّه قد عَمَّها بالإصلاحِ كان كَمَن يدمل ظاهرَ الكَلْمِ، وباطنُه مُشتَمِلٌ على الداء.

ولمّا كانَت معرفةُ الإنسانِ نفسَه غيرَ موثوقٍ بها لِما في طباعِ الإنسان مِن الغباوة عن مساوئه وكثرةِ مسامحَتِه نفسَه عند محاسَبَتِها ولأنّ عقلَه غيرُ سالِمٍ عن ممازجةِ الهوى إياه عند نظره في أحوالِ نفسِه كان غيرَ مستغنٍ في البحث عن أحوالِه والفحص عن مساوِئِه ومحاسِنِه عن معونة الأخِ اللبيبِ الوادّ الذي يكون منه بمنزلة المرآة فَيُريه حَسَنَ أحوالِه حَسَنًا وسيِّئَها سيئًا.

— كتاب السياسة، لـ ابن سينا

الشيخ الرئيس خوش يسولف

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How can a man know himself? He is a thing dark and veiled; and if the hare has seven skins, man can slough off seventy times seven and still not be able to say: ‘This is really you, this is no longer outer shell.’

— Untimely Meditations

أكثرُ أنواعِ الكذبِ شيوعًا هي تلك التي يَخدَعُ بها المرءُ ذاتَه. الكذبُ على الآخرين نادرٌ مقارنةً بالأول.

— فريدريك نيتشه

على كولة الشعار مال Nike:
Just do it

On a personal note, I've noticed that perfectionism often disintegrates into frustration and ineptitude.

Even though I usually commend perfectionism as the human tendency that drives us beyond the limits of what's possible and attainable, but there's always a very delicate balance before perfectionism turns into paralysis and despair.

It's usually better to do something half-way than to wait for a "suitable moment."

Scattered and Paralyzed
The internet seems to act like a prism, scattering our attention in a hundred different directions. First, this is translated into a healthy dose of curiosity and a broader view of the world. But, over time and surreptitiously, one finds that the prism scatters one's attention beyond the wavelengths of curiosity and into those of distraction and confusion; a thousand winds now blow in his sail, and the ship of knowledge roams aimlessly and without a compass the uncharted seas of information.

It's not uncommon today to find young people with wide ranges of interest; physics, history, philosophy, biology, poetry, art, literature, and every other thing under the sun. And one is tempted to believe that this indicates a great potential and a cosmopolitan mind. Sometimes this is surely correct, but oftentimes it's a symptom of disorientation and an indicator that this young man will grow up finding himself a jack of all trades, and a master of none.

This is another way in which one procrastinates: when one's mind is scattered, one's will becomes paralyzed; the figurative muscles twitch and contract, each fiber in a different rhythm and direction... Then paralysis ensues, not because he can't move his muscles, but because the moves are frantic and disorganized, then it's right to say that he has a spastic paralysis of the will.

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