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Virgin Monk Boy's avatar

Gladiators need an audience. Boxers train in silence. Stoics? They sip their suffering like tea—hot, bitter, cleansing.

But let’s not forget: even Marcus had his doubts. Even Epictetus probably stubbed his toe and cussed once or twice. The power isn’t in never flinching—it’s in refusing to stay flinched. Virtue isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral staircase you climb in the dark with a bloody lip and a half-smile.

So yeah, don’t wait for rescue. Don’t trade your soul for likes, your backbone for approval, or your silence for peace. This is the fight. This is the fire. And somewhere in that blaze, the ordinary version of you is burning off like dross.

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Thumbelina's avatar

to do it, to say yes in spite of all distractions; to unite me with my goals and experience that oneness. thank you; much needed words at sea.

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