The Cat that Curiosity Kills

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Icarus smiled when he fell;I am Icarus.

I am Icarus but the difference is my family doesn't know it and they want me to go as close to the sun as possible. They push me to the thing destroying me and hence I find solace in falling.

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Salivating for hedonistic pleasure.

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The Field and the Blanket

I am happy in a way where I am in the field or an ocean, but sometimes I just want to be happy in a way where I am cozy in a blanket.

I can't be, because the field is so big. Sometimes I am tired of the field and want to go back to the blanket, but I can't. Because the blanket is fake.

To go back, I would have to forget the field and lose the ability to find it again. But then, it wouldn't be ME in the true sense.

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The Swan Queen 🦢

I am both ,the the white and the black swan.

I am using the Black Swan's chaotic resilience to protect the White Swan's fragile safety, and using the White Swan's perfectionism to earn the right to let the Black Swan out to play in my room.

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Nothing suprises me,because I have already thought about it; no matter how bizzare the situation.

As Dostovysk said , to think too much is a disease.

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Religion is born out of weakness.

God and devil are one.

God is the Yin and Yang—the inseparable union of Good and Bad, creation and destruction. It is not a "Mafia Boss" to be bargained with through transactional worship, but rather the Connectivity of the universe: the Karm, the butterfly effect, and the ripple of every action. There is no separation; we are God, the universe experiencing itself, and to deny the "bad" parts is a weakness of religion born from fear.

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Just say you love the concept of me but do not dare to say you love me.

The thing if someone tells me they love the concept of me i will play the part as long as they know and acknowledge the fact that they don't love me. Someday maybe i will fall in love with concept of someone and i will tell them that and allow them to exist separately apart from what they are to me . I don't love them. No one truly loves anyone.

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Metamorphosis is not about social alienation or societal expectations but about how much those expectations matter to us.

To me metamorphosis isn't about social alienation but more about the consequences of no longer being able to play a part depending on weather you want to play that part or not.

Not wanting to play the part and not being able to play the part are two different things.

HE SUFFERED BECAUSE HE WANTED TO PLAY THAT PART, HE WANTED TO PERFORM; NOT BECAUSE HE WAS A BUG.

And I thrive despite being a bug because I couldn't care less about the performance.

We both are bugs and I am the happy one; so being a bug was never the problem.

There was no reason for him becoming the bug; as people like to say that the bug represents what social alienation did to him. He became a bug because he became a bug.

To me the book says that people don't love you but the concept of who they want you to be. And TBH that's totally valid coz same.

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"I am the cat that curiosity kills."

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Belief is Just a Veil

If you come across a fallen tree blocking the road, it does not care about your philosophy, your mood, or your religion. It possesses physical mass and obeys the laws of physics. If you close your eyes and choose to "believe" the path is clear, you are still going to trip over that tree and break your shin. It is objectively just there.

But with holy water, we are told that only believing makes it real. If something requires your compliance and your imagination to exist, the power isn’t in the water at all. It’s just a mirror for your own psychology.

Look at how this actually plays out in human behavior.

Imagine someone commits a horrible act. They hurt someone. If they genuinely believe that splashing some holy water over themselves cleanses their soul and washes away their sins, their conscience is suddenly cleared. They get to sleep at night.

So when the universe eventually strikes back with the natural consequences of their actions—broken relationships, paranoia, a deteriorating life—they won't connect the dots. Because in their head, the debt was canceled by the water. They will blame bad luck, a curse, or "God’s mysterious ways" before they ever admit, "This is the direct wreckage of what I did."

But if that same person doesn't believe in the ritual? The guilt remains an absolute, objective weight in their psyche. When things go wrong later, their brain instantly connects the dots: "This is the price I am paying for my actions."

The external events might be exactly the same, but the internal reality is entirely dictated by the narrative they chose to accept.

People use the comfort of a belief to delete their actions so they don't have to face the crushing weight of self-reflection. It’s an escape ramp to keep their hands clean while ignoring the real-world consequences behind them.

But let's be entirely honest about what's happening here:

Believing doesn't make it go away. Believing just puts a veil on it.

The tree is still in the road. The consequences are still unfolding. The veil just lets you pretend the path is clear.