Happy Valentine's day

February 14. The world outside is submerged in a strange, almost obsessive intent for festivity, wrapped in the red silk of expectations and the noisy glitter of promises that often dissolve before they are even fully spoken. But here, in this enclosed space of my internal dialogue, silence has a different taste—it is thick, almost palpable, like a prayer that has not yet found its words but has already filled my lungs. I watch how the light of the winter sun refracts through the glass, leaving long, pale traces upon the floor, and I think of Love—not as an event, not as a date on the calendar, but as an ontological necessity , as the only breath that justifies our presence in this world of shadows and reflections. The Feast of Love often finds us unprepared because we, in our human fragility, are accustomed to seeking it outside ourselves—in the gaze of the other, in the warmth of a hand, in the confirmation of our own significance through the presence of someone else. Psychoanalytic...

๐‘ป๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’•

 ๐‘ป๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’๐’…. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’•๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’˜๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ช๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ช๐’๐’–๐’“๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’„๐’๐’๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’†๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”, ๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡-๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’๐’†๐’”.

This quote, spoken by Brenรฉ Brown, highlights the importance of valuing and protecting our true sense of belonging and self-respect. Rather than viewing these as commodities that we must negotiate with the world, Brown argues that they are fundamental aspects of our identity that exist within our own hearts.

According to Brown, the call to courage involves protecting our "wild heart" from constant evaluations, particularly those that we impose on ourselves. In other words, it is about embracing our authentic selves and resisting the pressure to conform to external standards or expectations. This requires vulnerability, self-acceptance, and a willingness to take risks and stand up for our true values and beliefs.

In a world that often places a premium on external validation and conformity, the call to courage can be a difficult one to answer. However, by embracing our inner truths and recognizing the inherent value of our own sense of belonging and self-respect, we can find the courage to live authentically and create meaningful connections with others who share our values and passions.

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