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by inavida
234 days ago
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Hi I'm nobody and the stories on here constantly remind me of this old parable. There once was a man who was afraid of his own shadow and who hated his own footprints. Somehow he got it into his head that if he could just run fast enough he could outrun them, so he ran and he ran,
but no matter how fast he ran his shadow stayed by his side, and the faster he ran the more footprints he made. Somehow the man got it into his head that he just wasn't running fast enough, so he ran and he ran and he didn't stop or rest and he died. Not knowing that standing still is how to stop making footprints, and that resting under a tree is how to stop making shadows, is just so tragic. |
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It takes all kinds to make the world go round, of course, but the entire vibe of this part of contemporary culture grosses me out and depresses me.