Hey there, my darling readers, I’m back—quite literally!
I’ve come to my ranch retreat after weeks of juggling work, dodging drama, and dealing with those bad vibes.
I’m here to chill with my pup, the one being I love most in this world.
It’s one of those jet-lagged early mornings where inspiration just has to spill out.
I’m lounging on my sofa, vibing to ‘La Pousette du Sans-Souci’, while my pup plays with his toys on the living room rug.
I’ve got the coffee dripping through its cloth filter—because, let’s be real, coffee isn’t just words; it needs a proper filter…
It’s practically a sacred ritual haha
Sometimes we think we have to be “good people” to others who are totally disconnected from us, yet we’re the ones disconnected from ourselves.
Then there’s the flip side: we’re trying to stay tuned into our inner satellite, at peace with the world, when—bam!—some external curveball or internal betrayal flips our Wi-Fi back to some sketchy public network.
Suddenly, we’re flooded with toxic data.
We forget we have the password to reconnect to our own secure network 😮💨
I truly believe the deepest wounds are the ones we inflict on ourselves.
They’re the ones that betray our own moral code, like a virus sneaking into the system from within.
So, Why are they the hardest to forgive?
Because you wrote the rules of your game, in your own handwriting.
No excuses, no one else to point the finger at—the finger always points inward ☠️
As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, we’re the judge, the punisher, and the accused.
Like I always say, I don’t believe in victims.
(Note: If you don’t vibe with something here, feel free to stop reading. My blog comes with a disclaimer: keep going, and you’re on your own. I’ve warned you about the kind of content you’ll find here.)
**Gossip Sesh:**
It’s wild how we get stuck sometimes, unable to forgive ourselves.
Just this week, I was chatting with my girl friend in Zurich, who told me about a guy who was straight-up cruel to her after they got close 𓂸𓀐
Wow… I swear I’m always the one people confess their sins to.
Damn! I’m no empathy expert 😮💨
My girl said, “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself—or him.”
I told her, “You can’t forgive yourself because you haven’t let yourself process the situation and explain it to you. Do that, and let me know how it goes.”
Look, dear reader, I’m no emotional guru, but I know this is the kind of thing that tortures women the most.
Some never forgive themselves for letting it happen so often—and I know a few guys who go through this too.
You don’t forgive yourself because you don’t identify the issue, don’t break it down for yourself.
You’re too busy distracted, eyeing what others have, craving what you can’t.
That’s when those perfect-love stories Hollywood sells you keep you in a low-vibe state, drained because you let it happen 😒
There’s no 911 to put out the fire you started with a bad decision.
Only you can choose to extinguish it.
How?
By choosing what you think and what you’re telling yourself—by reconnecting to your secure network.
While I was in NY—my favorite city on earth—I was talking to my bestie about how so many guys in Zurich are terrified of aging.
They struggle to accept their reality, like they want to stretch their youth and the thrill of the chase forever.
He hit me with, “Romanticism only works with discipline. Otherwise, you’re stuck in an endless loop of instinct.”
He added, “Literally, most guys see it as a constant hunt. That’s way too primal for a mind trained by discipline… Kim, Deeper men invented romance for a reason.”
So, dear reader, the choices we make create these awkward situations, the kind that set our conscience ablaze.
If we don’t put out that fire—especially one tied to instinctive actions—it doesn’t just consume us; it spreads to others.
That’s where all this talk of “emotional responsibility” toward others feels half-baked. It starts with responsibility to ourselves.
But that depends on the moral code you’ve programmed into your system. Maybe you’ve got an “Error 404” in your head you’re not bothered to fix—and that’s a deeper issue than we might think.
Here’s the short version:
Instinct → Automatic Guilt: When we mess up, we go primal—punishing ourselves, talking ourselves down, turning into our own hunter.
That’s an undisciplined mind.
Why?
Because forgiving ourselves feels impossible.
Discipline → Conscious Forgiveness: It takes training your mind to break the cycle of self-punishment. It’s about taming instinct and making space to reconcile with yourself.
Stop spreading the fire—it causes social, collective harm, not just personal.
I always say there are no victims or culprits.
But damn! While writing this, I realized something:
If you don’t figure out how to put out your own fire, you end up the culprit.
Not for what you did, but for what you let burn.
Don’t call 911 with complaints if you haven’t done the inner dirty work 🧯❤️🔥
I’m all about that blue flame—it’s pure, no toxins.
Bye now! 💙
