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The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck

I've been reading a lot this summer. Why? Well, I have always loved reading, ever since I was a little kid who was obsessed with the Percy Jackson books. This resurgence in post-academic reading came because, well, as a postgraduate, life can be full of uncertainty and anxiety. Reading provides comfort and distraction from this reality, and can pose itself as a semblance of all too needed peace whenever I have experienced stress in my life.

I was browsing in a bookstore one day trying to find a new book, when I came upon the self-help section. It makes too much sense that this area would draw my eye, knowing that help is just what I need right now. I picked out "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck" hoping that I might be able to truly learn something from it. As anyone who knows me knows, I give way too many fucks way too often. Reading about how not to give a fuck, well, that would be absolutely vital to my personal development.

As I devoured the content of the book, I came across an important quote: "Pain, in all of its forms, is our body's most effective way of spurring action". It couldn't be more true. Pain, whether physical or psychological teaches us what we have been doing wrong, and corrects us to change our path. Even more so, psychological pain shows us that choices we have made might have led us astray. Maybe, we need to pivot in order to find the version of ourselves that is closer to being happy.

Sometimes when shitty things happen to us it is actually quite necessary for our development. If we stay stuck in our ways, we may never take risks that push us into achieving our goals. The less of a fuck we give about the wrong things, the more of a fuck we give about ourselves. I don't know about you, but I am just about done giving a fuck. Sorry, maybe that art wasn't so subtle.

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