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A Gong That Cannot Be Unrung
When I heard the ringing of the gong, I became aware that somewhere along the way of the last few years of my life I had drifted from the pursuit of a personal, authentic existence to being someone and living in a way I didn't authentically resonate with, holding beliefs I never consciously chose.

Jakob
5 hours ago6 min read


Memories that Haunt Us (On Facticity)
Some memories play in our heads on repeat, haunting us. We can feel foolish, dumb, or full of regret. But it's import to move forward.

Jakob
Sep 16, 20225 min read
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