Our inner truths are the lies we construct to be able to live with the misery of our actual lives.
- Slavoj Zizek
- Slavoj Zizek
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Our inner truths are the lies we construct to be able to live with the misery of our actual lives. - Slavoj Zizek
He was talking about the "narrative" or the life-story that we tell ourselves about us.
Sometimes we try to convince ourselves of some "role" or persona and we lie to ourselves that this is our true identity.
I noticed this for example in med students (though I suspect it happens in any minutely prestigious occupation), since they build their whole life narrative around the idea that they are "doctors."
You can notice it even in depression: people sometimes choose to stay depressed because it has become a part of what they think defines them.
Sometimes we try to convince ourselves of some "role" or persona and we lie to ourselves that this is our true identity.
I noticed this for example in med students (though I suspect it happens in any minutely prestigious occupation), since they build their whole life narrative around the idea that they are "doctors."
You can notice it even in depression: people sometimes choose to stay depressed because it has become a part of what they think defines them.
Ours is the age of hero-manufacturing:
Everyone wants to be a hero, no matter how unheroic they really are. So we have made dragons of all sizes (even the size of lizards and flies) for anyone to slay and become a hero.
Everyone wants to be a hero, no matter how unheroic they really are. So we have made dragons of all sizes (even the size of lizards and flies) for anyone to slay and become a hero.
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عَليَّ أنْ أمضيَ مُتسلِقًا مائةَ درجة عَليَّ أنْ أمضيَ صاعدًا وأسمَعُكُم تُنادون: «قاسٍ أنتَ! فهل نحنُ من حَجَر؟» عَليَّ أنْ أمضيَ مُتسلِقًا مائةَ درجة ولا أحدَ يُحبُّ أنْ يَكونَ درجة - المعرفة المرحة، فريدريك نيتشه
I must leave by a hundred stairs,
I must ascend though I hear your cares:
'You are hard: Are we made of stone?'
I must leave by a hundred stairs,
And being a stair appeals to none.
I must ascend though I hear your cares:
'You are hard: Are we made of stone?'
I must leave by a hundred stairs,
And being a stair appeals to none.
‘How do I best get to the top of this hill?’
‘Climb it, don't think it, and maybe you will.’
‘Climb it, don't think it, and maybe you will.’
Against arrogance:
Don't let your ego swell too much,
A bubble bursts with just a touch.
Don't let your ego swell too much,
A bubble bursts with just a touch.