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I was not brought up to believe much in myself. I thought I'd never know happiness, would be in dead end jobs that I didn't like all my life, have no self-esteem, end up in a bad marriage, and that my only saving grace would be having a few kids and leading them towards better opportunities than I'd had.
None of it ended up happening like that. I've had a rich social life, a good marriage, and despite not having more than a 7th grade education I've had a fairly illustrious career. (But sadly, no kids. Hub and I didn't get around to it in time.) Nothing my parents taught me about life and about myself was true.
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“We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day.”
— Antonio R. Damasio, “The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness” (p.28)
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