Breaking the art of Self deception

The art of self-deception is a play built just for us. The mind twists and bends forming shapes and rationalizations, fitting for its one actor in an empty theater. Ourselves.

We decide "wow, this feels good, this removes me from my reality." And so begins the habit. Justification must follow- "I'm not hurting anyone." "It's harmless." "They're paid so it's ok, they're not victims."

Society plays into our delusions as well "you must release to be healthy." "A man who doesn't ejaculate becomes sex crazed."

But where in nature does this occur outside of man? Do buffalo spill their fluid if they haven't found a mate? How about birds or monkeys or any other living creature.. No, only in the abstract thinking in the mind of men do we see the attachment to thought forms provoke sexual ejaculation. <This is obsession with feeling good. And so we see this deception is also a blanket that can collectively cover society, effectively misleading entire populations of people.

As the fog grows thicker we become less and less satisfied. As the play goes on we forget what it was like to not be acting all the time. The more we desire, the less content we become. Simple things that made us smile, brought color into our lives, are now gray. Illusions grip the very sight of a specific body part. We stare at screens pleasuring ourselves isolated. Parts made for human excrement become obsessions in the mind. Once a kiss was enough, now we need extremities.

Then the no fapper appears, and says" enough." Because for one reason or another this person has gotten to a point where he/she knows their being lied to, and lying to themselves. Tricked by his own mind and by society. The very things that brought him relief, in his ignorance, have chained him like a slave. But regardless of color, creed, nationality, age, gender, history- the Fapstronaut ingites something infinitely small but that has enough power to burn down the entire charade.

He no longer carelessly spills his seed- his most precious vital fluid- and because of that gains a little bit more control over his mind again. The illusion weakens.

In this he lives a little bit more, connects a little more with those around him. The illusion weakens.

He falls, many many times, but each time he gets back up the spark grows brighter. The captivation of obsessing over an image of a persons body seems somewhat ridiculous

The theater begins to shake.

And then, something miraculous happens..

He sees himself in others, perhaps for the first time in his life.

At this point the Fapstronaut begins his real journey.

Living.fully.

unchained from the demon of lust.

 

Wow, very well written. Powerful!

 

D E E P words man ...

 

Gracias sirs.

 

Great post. Very powerful.
Thank you.