Plato’s cave

…I like how some gorgeous women flaunt their perfect, cellulite-free thighs with pride on social media, while also posting photos of the delicacies they eat at restaurants. Their life is a scam: obviously, perfect thighs don’t go with short ribs. This is proven by their chubby companions. But I like these fraudsters: I don’t believe them, but their effort to convince us that happiness is achievable and easy is touching.  :)

Monologue “…so, doctor, I survived. Yes… we had a good marriage, we lived a good life together. A whole life together. I respected him, and he respected me. Of course, I was devastated when he passed… pain, so much pain. But I didn’t collapse. Loneliness doesn’t scare me. I’ve learned to be alone. The ability to be alone is a prerequisite for true love. It’s the necessary freedom you must have to be able to love truly. It may seem paradoxical, but it’s not. It’s a truth… only those who are capable of being alone are capable of loving.” I nodded my head slightly, …to encourage her without interrupting. A silence fell. …she thought for a moment… …and continued: “Only those who can feel secure and confident enough to enter the deepest core of another person without wanting to control them… only they can avoid depending on the other, reducing them to a tool or a refuge. Only they are not at risk of becoming addicted to the other’s presence. They allow the other their freedom, because they ...