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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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Zeagen's avatar

Absolutely incredible your use of words in this has altered my brain chemistry- in my deepest season of sorrow regret and conviction this h me word for word as I feel I wasted my life while also holding onto pure gratefulness and hope for my future as I know the power of my choices

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