I was introduced to Nietzsche during some of the darkest days of my life. It happened at a time when I was suffering from severe existential depression. I recall so well what happened then.
Reading the first few pages of the Genealogy of Morals felt like a prosaic invitation into a secret cult whose initiation rituals demand of me to put a gun against my head – against the values and norms I was taught since my beginning. As much as his ideas, did his prose take me over and under. I felt like a dinghy floating on the open seas. Not knowing where I was heading, I keeled over, I turned and twisted. Nietzsche's words on the origin of our moral prejudices resounded throughout my personal world. I faced the calmest calms and the heaviest of sea storms. In the end there was nothing inside of me that was left untouched. I felt empty and ready for a new beginning. Ready for a spiritual transformation as I started to realize that the cure for my suffering was always borne deeply inside of me.
What does not kill me... makes me stronger.
Nice article
Thanks, man!
What does not kill me makes me stronger says the masochist,
What does not kill you makes you stronger says the sadist,
On the way to a super human
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Haha :D Thank you for the comment.
What does not kill you definitely makes you stronger.
It is as if it is naturally how humans progress in life.
We have to be broken to be rebuilt to make an even better sculpture of ourself.
Yeah...
Wonderfully described! I see a Nietzschean in you... :)
Reading your posts makes me calm. Thanks for sharing. 🙏🏼
Thank you for your comment, Kim! :)
This is such a beautiful post.
Thank you!