I wish people knew more about the philosophies that drive our everyday behaviour. I wish people understood more about how empiricism, for example, shapes our everyday existences and ideas.
I wish more people knew about the everyday hardship of people like me and my sister. I wish people understood the degree of effort to which it takes for both of us to stay alive and be able to prosper as well as we have. I wish people understood how heroic the journey is that we’ve taken, just by willing to undermine the old safety structures that used to keep us alive.
I love reading about social issues, about the things that deeply bother people, but that don’t get discussed enough, that occupy a place in the shadow content of our society.
I love reading about how people make sene of their lives. I love people’s narratives, how they understand the world around them.
If I had only one day to write, I’d start with a letter to my younger self. I believe that if I write truly and deeply from my heart, write the things that I needed to hear, that would have spared me so many years of suffering and trauma… surely, somebody else would benefit.
If I had only one day to write, I would write a story about the many different way love manifests, especially non-romantically. I’d write about all the different ways people pretend to encounter and espouse love, and how we can all arrive at a deep, life-sustaining Love.
I could write a manifesto about rejecting destructive anger, self-criticism, and punishment in favour of resilient loving of yourself - the kind of love that makes us all stronger…
I could write an erotica about love between traumatized people. About how trauma threatens to tear us apart from one another, but how sexuality in the context of a loving relationship can be a deep source of healing.
I could write an instruction manual about how to detect the shittiest ideas in our lives that drag us down.
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