On Lying
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On Terror
Because we envision certain events happening in a certain manner and become upset when they don't, we perceive some situations as terrifying. But our own anxiety is only a result of our own imagination. When we are terrified, we consider our fear as infinite, however all our fears are finite, and therefore we can cope with them - Inspired by Albert Ellis, founder of Rational Emotive Behaviour Therapy (REBT), and his concept of "Catastrophising". #Albert_Ellis #catastrophising #terror
On Being: A Glass of Milk
I'm in my kitchen when I accidently knock the glass of milk I'd just poured myself off the counter. The glass cracks as it falls. "What is a glass?" I wonder as I examine the shards of glass. "If the glass shards are not the glass, where is it now?" A glass is defined as "a drinking container made of glass" by the dictionary. It is correct that a glass is a container composed of solid material with a flat base and an open top from which we can drink. However, it does not have to be constructed of glass because a plastic glass can also be used as a drinking container. But isn't my understanding of what a glass is tied to the practical use I make of it rather than the theoretical description I just wrote? Now that the milk in the glass has spilled all over the kitchen floor, I'm reminded of what a glass is basically – its nature – since I can't drink from it. Martin Heidegger (1889-1976), a German philosopher, investigated fundamental co...
Satisfaction isn't happiness
#satisfaction #happiness The Inner Talk of a Businessman John sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him that displayed his bank balance. He had achieved everything he had ever wanted - a luxurious lifestyle, a fancy car, and a mansion with a swimming pool. But deep down, he knew that he had achieved all this by unethical means. He had bribed officials, exploited his workers, and had cheated his partners. As he sat there, surrounded by his success, he couldn't help but feel a gnawing sense of guilt. He knew that he had made a deal with the devil, and that his soul was paying the price. Every time he looked at his bank balance, he felt a brief moment of satisfaction, but it was always followed by a feeling of emptiness. John knew that he had to make a choice - continue down this path of corruption and greed, or turn his back on it and try to make amends. It was a tough decision, but he knew that he couldn't continue living like this. He had a family...