I think I found the book The
Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck on instagram, propped up beside a lovely coffee
mug with a tear-jerking caption that can make Michelle Obama cry. Somewhere
around 2016, this book is a hit because number one: it appears on every book
website I visit, and number two: damn, the F word sounds nice. Haha.
This is probably the first book
that agrees with my rather careless life decisions. Am I REALLY careless? Are my
virtues malleable and therefore easily persuaded? Or maybe something more:
that I wouldn’t pay attention on my make-up because I have to update my résumé,
or I would deliberately pick ukay-ukay than any high-end clothes shop because I
don’t know… its way cheaper?
Then it dawned on me: we all
have different filters in making decisions. Mine is self-improvement and
happiness—EVERYTHING ELSE DOESN’T MATTER. I have known POVERTY since the day I
was born, so I would rather be broke and happy than to be rich and miserable. Fuck
it all. Therefore, maybe I was never really reckless jerk at all.
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Sorry Paris Hilton, I don’t want
to be you. Please don’t get offended. I mean, I can’t be you because I can’t
stomach the horrors of blind dating and fake flattery. YOU CAN. Who likes to be
anybody’s trophy girlfriend? It sucks.
Choices, the value of
suffering, and finding your self-identity by NOT giving a fuck at all—these are
the things that might get you mind blown within 146 pages. It’s really short,
actually, given that I’ve read it on PDF. But it’s worth reading, if you are
willing to get your ego crushed so new perspective will blossom.
I could kiss the author right now. Seriously.
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