You know, there's something profoundly absurd about the modern human condition. We spend our entire lives convinced that we are fundamentally broken machines in need of constant repair. We walk around carrying enormous toolkits of self-improvement, forever tinkering with ourselves, adjusting this, fixing that, as if we were automobiles that rolled off the assembly line with defective parts. But what if I told you that this entire enterprise—this industry of self-fixing—is based on a fundamental misunderstanding? What if the very premise that you need to be fixed is the problem itself?
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