A Brutally Honest Self-Help Article You’ll Probably Hate Reading
Life is a never-ending series of problems
You aren’t satisfied with your life.
Maybe it’s your nagging wife with her endless torrent of complaints or your vampire of a boss who sucks dry your life force 24/7.
Stubbing cigarette after cigarette doesn’t solve the problem.
Nor does puking your brains out in the local pub—nor beating your meat to naughty pixels.
With your world bleached colorless, nothing seems to give you lasting joy.
No sensual escape is permanent enough to flee from your problems.
But facing your problems requires acknowledging they exist — which would shatter your cozy cocoon of feigned ignorance.
But if you hide in a fetal position, how will you explore this vibrant outside world?
How will you live when you’re closing yourself off from life itself?
Life Is a Never-Ending Series of Problems
As a toddler, your classmate stealing your pencil was probably your biggest problem.
