#selfreflection — Public Fediverse posts

In high school they taught us how to solve problems, but never how to solve the problems that are already solving us.

#lifechallenges #Selfreflection #mentalhealth

Wrote down my thoughts about personal mood and privileges rooted in a photo, my daughter took a few months ago.
Something different from my usual content, and a little bit more self-revealing than I thought.
https://meistermeier.com/2026/08/13/one_photo_and_thoughts.html

#personal #privileges #selfreflection

I SEEM TO BE ACCIDENTALLY IMPROVING
DISCIPLINE WITHOUT MISERY 💎

This is slightly embarrassing.

After a lifetime of being suspicious of discipline, I appear to have developed some of my own.

I fast every day. I do breathwork every day. And now I write every day.

Usually I sit here with the AI, throw some half-formed idea at it, and we turn it around until I can see what I actually think. It is rather like having a thesaurus for ideas. Dangerous, obviously.

None of this feels like punishment, though. That is the strange bit.

There is discipline in it, but it feels freely chosen. Almost effortless. I no longer wake up thinking, “Oh my God, I have to improve myself again.” I just do what I do.

And something seems to be happening alongside it.

My clothes are getting looser. My body feels lighter. My flexibility has improved enormously.

And the breath has become something much larger than an exercise I do a few times a day. It is simply there. And the more consistently I return to it, the more there seems to be to discover.

Increasingly, during completely ordinary parts of the day, I notice space where there used to be noise. Peace. Silence. Not instead of physical life, but right in the middle of it.

Even the writing seems part of the same process.

Less clutter. Less excess. Less carrying around things I don’t need.

Apparently, one can become leaner in more ways than one.

I should add that I still have a little belly, so nobody needs to alert the authorities.

Perfection has once again been successfully avoided.

@meditation
@3goodthings

#Discipline #Breathwork #IntermittentFasting #Writing #AI #Wellbeing #Aging #SelfReflection #DailyPractice #Mindfulness

It’s there, everyday, the “why”? This time society is not asking, nor my neighbor, nor a family that either gave up on me or accepted what I told them as fact and moved on.
I am the one asking.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/a-trans-woman-faces-a-question-why-am-i-trans-c3b16effbbde

#LGBTQ #Transgender #Identity #SelfReflection

Buddha said, “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

Then, if we want to get away from suffering, isn’t that also a kind of desire?

My son’s exams are nearing, and my wife asked me to help him with his History lessons.

One of the chapters was about the era of Chandragupta Maurya, along with some information about Buddha and his teachings.

One teaching that caught my attention was the one mentioned in the title: “Desire is the cause of suffering.”

I am no one to question Buddha’s teachings, and I am certainly nowhere close to understanding the wisdom of such great thinkers. But while helping my son study, I couldn’t stop thinking about this.

Look at our daily lives.

We have expectations—from others and from ourselves. When those expectations are not met, we feel disappointed, frustrated, or hurt. In other words, we suffer.

Buddha, as the story goes, witnessed the hardships and suffering around him. He began searching for the reasons behind it. Eventually, he identified desire as one of the fundamental causes of suffering.

He then dedicated his life to understanding and teaching the path beyond suffering.

But here is where my confusion begins.

If I desire to get rid of suffering, isn’t that desire too?

If I say, “I don’t want to suffer anymore,” am I not still wanting something?

And if wanting something is desire, then am I not caught in the same cycle again?

Perhaps I am misunderstanding the teaching completely. Perhaps Buddha was pointing to something much deeper than simply “wanting” or “not wanting.”

But this thought has been bothering me ever since I read that chapter with my son.

Are we trying to escape desire… because we desire to escape suffering?

Dear readers, if you understand this better than I do, please enlighten me.

I would genuinely love to hear your perspective.

My Gumroad Shop:

https://princess370.wordpress.com/2026/08/06/my-gumroad-shop/

DATE: July 31, 2026 at 05:00AM
SOURCE:
NEW YORK TIMES PSYCHOLOGY AND PSYCHOLOGISTS FEED

TITLE: In a World of Mirrors, Everything Is Strange

URL: https://www.nytimes.com/2026/07/31/opinion/face-self-reflection-technology-video.html

Staring at ourselves on screens, on video and on social media is taking us to a dark place.

URL: https://www.nytimes.com/2026/07/31/opinion/face-self-reflection-technology-video.html

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Making Room for Everyone but Ourselves

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/07/30/making-room-for-everyone-but-ourselves/

Zwischen Glück, blindem Fleck und Gerüst

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/zwischen-gluck-blindem-fleck-und

#Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Erkenntnistheorie #Glück #Demut

Between Luck, Blind Spots and the Scaffold

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/between-luck-blind-spots-and-the

#Philosophy #SelfReflection #Epistemology #Luck #Humility

Absence is Presence

https://chatdeseblog4u.wordpress.com/2026/07/27/absence-is-presence/

Was KI vielleicht leisten kann

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/was-ki-vielleicht-leisten-kann

#KI #Philosophie #Selbstreflexion #Psychologie #Technologie

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What AI Might Be Capable Of

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/what-ai-might-be-capable-of

#AI #Philosophy #SelfReflection #Psychology #Technology

Chords are set. Opening with What Could Possibly Go Wrong by Melanie C. Get the notes. Arrangement:

https://chordyes.com/chord/melanie-c-what-could-possibly-go-wrong

#guitarfriends #guitarlife #british #femalevocalist #pop #motivational #selfreflection

Healing Beyond Ourselves: The Journey of Self-Awareness

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/07/25/healing-beyond-ourselves-the-journey-of-self-awareness/

What Comes After Infinity?

https://chatdeseblog4u.wordpress.com/2026/07/23/what-comes-after-infinity/

Das unterschätzte Gefühl

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/das-unterschatzte-gefuhl

#Philosophie #Psychologie #Selbstreflexion #Empathie #Intuition #Depression #Denken #Perspektive

The Underestimated Feeling

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/the-underestimated-feeling

#Philosophy #Psychology #SelfReflection #Empathy #Intuition #Depression #Thinking #Perspective

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I Forgot You!

Life moves on, things don’t remain the same.

That excitement to see each other, the anxiety to leave when we really had to, being in touch till late at night, and then starting the same without caring whether we are sitting in the toilet or brushing.

We do all the things we have to, but you were always there like the background music of a movie scene, which we can feel through the scene, that music gives a sense to that scene, but is never a main part of it.

We met, spent time, without looking at the watches, in fact, when I was with you, I wanted to throw the watch, which used to remind me that I had to go away from you.

But then things happen, the way sand slips from our hands, and things started slipping for both of us.

We knew it was happening, but it’s happening like that background music, which was not making any sound as such, but giving us the signs that something is collapsing.

Then one day, it ends; it feels like everything is abrupt, but when we look back, there is a clear pattern to it. But just because we both knew that life wouldn’t be the same again from that point, it felt abrupt.

Now, after so many years, we are both busy in our lives, life doesn’t stop for anyone.

When old things come up among friends, and your topic comes up, I casually say, ” It’s a past, and I am very much ahead of it”.

But somewhere in my life, all the time, you are still with me, like that background music, without making any sound, but making an unseen impact on me.

I said, I forgot you, but I am not. Actually, I can’t.

Emotionale Reife bedeutet nicht, weniger zu fühlen. Sie bedeutet, Gefühle tragen zu können, ohne sich in ihnen zu verlieren.

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/emotionale-unreife

#Philosophie #Psychologie #Emotionen #Selbstreflexion

Emotional maturity is not about feeling less. It is about carrying emotions without losing yourself in them.

👉 https://whisper7.substack.com/p/emotional-immaturity

#Philosophy #Psychology #Emotions #SelfReflection

On that temple floor, I saw my spiritual tourism clearly.

I'd flown searching for meaning. Families weren't searching, they maintained community through daily work.

Have you recognized privilege in your own spiritual seeking?

#privilege #spirituality
#crosscultural #mindfulness #consciousness
#personalgrowth #selfreflection #awareness

“Every new beginning asks us to release an old way of seeing.”

Real change doesn’t always begin with doing something new. Sometimes it begins by seeing familiar things differently. When we let go of old perspectives, we create space for new possibilities that were there all along.

Learn more on: https://go.cosmicnation.co/TMGpatreon

@consciousliving

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Four Science Backed Strategies To Stop A Vicious Cycle of Self Defeating Thoughts

https://onlinemarketingscoops.com/2026/07/07/stop-a-vicious-cycle-of-self-defeating-thoughts/

Have you ever been in church orr a big crowd where nobody knows you, but the person speaking suddenly says something so specific that you start wondering, "Wait... are they talking about me? 😅

Then every sentence feels like a personal attack, even though they are just telling the bitter truth.

I kept thinking, "Why is this pastor being so hard on me?

#church #SelfReflection #Humor #Relatable

　
As an adult, I gradually drifted away from writing.
Beyond work and social media, I rarely wrote for myself.
But once I made a habit of writing...

🖊️ Writing Makes Us Stronger — and More Resilient

Feel free to take a peek!
https://introvert-path.com/en/embracing-e/work-tech-e/20260531-2/

#Writing #Journaling #SelfReflection #PersonalGrowth #Introvert

The Places in My Dreams

The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

And so, in the night, these things come alive.

They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

My dreams are not escapes from the day.

They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

But I know better.

The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

They retreat.

They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

I say, “I’m fine.”

But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.