Nodesbitch
it’s better to live a life of delusion than a life
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TL;DR
being alone means total control, zero drama, and guaranteed peace,
sometimes self-satisfaction beats the chaos of dealing with other humans
in the quiet dominion of solitude, one discovers a most curious paradox: the self, unburdened by the unpredictabilities of another's desire, attains a purer form of pleasure, not merely of the flesh, but of autonomy
for in solitary indulgence there is no negotiation of passion, no compromise of rhythm or expectation; only the sovereign self, master of its own humors and architect of its own ecstasy
many proclaim the superiority of shared union, yet are they not enslaved, if only momentarily, to the whims and tempers of another spirit? the lone practitioner, by contrast, communes with no external caprice. he achieves felicity by his own hand, quite literally an ode to self-sufficiency
let others laud the tumult of mutual pleasure; I extol the serene triumph of self-containment, for what is philosophy if not the pursuit of autonomy over one's desires, and what is solitude if not liberation from the theatre of expectation
being alone means total control, zero drama, and guaranteed peace,
sometimes self-satisfaction beats the chaos of dealing with other humans
in the quiet dominion of solitude, one discovers a most curious paradox: the self, unburdened by the unpredictabilities of another's desire, attains a purer form of pleasure, not merely of the flesh, but of autonomy
for in solitary indulgence there is no negotiation of passion, no compromise of rhythm or expectation; only the sovereign self, master of its own humors and architect of its own ecstasy
many proclaim the superiority of shared union, yet are they not enslaved, if only momentarily, to the whims and tempers of another spirit? the lone practitioner, by contrast, communes with no external caprice. he achieves felicity by his own hand, quite literally an ode to self-sufficiency
let others laud the tumult of mutual pleasure; I extol the serene triumph of self-containment, for what is philosophy if not the pursuit of autonomy over one's desires, and what is solitude if not liberation from the theatre of expectation