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The Greatest Unhappiness
It took me more than 60 years to understand that the voices in my head are not who I am.
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Digging deeper and deeper, I found a recurring thought that is always there, whether I notice it or not.
That thought looks like the walls of your house. You can renovate furniture, paint the walls or apply the fanciest wallpaper, decorate all the rooms according to your new mood, but the damn walls are always there. Unmoving. In the background. Whatever you do. As an everlasting presence glued to the inner walls of your brain.
And that thought is: I am my life, and my life is what has happened to me since I was born till today. Billions call it my past.
That’s your biography, but not a single moment of “your life” can be told the same way by anyone of your list of people you know. Your mother, father, siblings, your relatives, the bartender you call by name, and that knows you since you were a kid, your partner, your best friend: none of them sees your life the same way you do.
So, like a great many people, I’ve been trapped in a vicious cycle of events and reactions that I turned…
