To Each Their Own

While I was busy with education, it turns out I was short on knowledge of myself. Now I have to take the main exam of life.
One question, set by childhood:

“Some deep noxious attitudes must have been laid down because ever since I have regarded with horror a liaison with a woman. Sensuality—a woman’s flesh—seems to me the ultimate distraction, a barrier between me and my life mission.”

“Perhaps Nietzsche was right when he said that his attitudes toward women had been laid down in the first few years of his life. Perhaps these attitudes were so deeply embedded as to remain forever beyond the reach of any talking treatment.”

“I’m like you. I want to warm myself by a family hearth. But I’m frightened by giving in to comfort. That would be to abandon myself and my mission. For me, it would be a type of death.” 📚

Yes. A life script is a tough thing.
But there is a chance to change it. Which path will you choose?

“Eternal recurrence means that every time you choose an action you must be willing to choose it for all eternity. And it is the same for every action not made, every stillborn thought, every choice avoided. And all unlived life will remain bulging inside you, unlived through all eternity. And the unheeded voice of your conscience will cry out to you forever.”

In my own words: a voice can be heard and still never embodied — and it may be the voice not only of conscience, but of passion.

📌 Question: which life are you ready to give up so that the thought of never having lived it does not become mortally painful?

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“One day the wanderer shut a door behind him, stood still, and wept. Then he said: ‘Oh, this inclination and impulse towards the true, the real, the non-apparent, the certain! How I detest it! Why does this gloomy and passionate taskmaster follow just me? I should like to rest, but it does not permit me to do so. Are there not a host of things seducing me to tarry! Everywhere there are gardens of Armida for me, and therefore there will ever be fresh separations and fresh bitterness of heart! I must set my foot forward, my weary wounded foot: and because I feel I must do this, I often cast grim glances back at the most beautiful things which could not detain me—because they could not detain me!’”

Tell me, Friedrich: if Lou had agreed to be with you, would Zarathustra ever have been born?
And did you choose your offspring? Or were you a slave to your script? Or did you manage to get past the human, all too human?

I don’t know. Answer for yourself….
We’ll live and see ✈✈✈

Becoming is a gradual process.
The only thing I know is this: life isn’t chicks with XO...

“Know this: even five thousand years from now,
for every moment when you were afraid but chose the hard road, we’ll be repaid twofold.
I’m no preacher; courage is a gradual process,
but ‘I’d rather sit this one out’ is a recipe for concentration camps.”🎶

So, what will my teachers say? 👇🏻

A metaphorical version of all this can be seen in the VK video: video link