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My friends. Ive been struggling with porn addiction, alcoholism, procrastination, irresponsibility, no will to live, many bad habits etc. I haven't hit rock bottom yet but I feel my life is going downhill rapidly. My mind just can't be stilled when I stop doing things. How can some words on a piece of paper change my illness? I don't believe in supernatural powers but I would like to, it's just that nothing convinces me. If Buddhism can save me please show me how it is possible

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You are free to write about your dreams in this thread

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>Europe
>wilderness
I fear that this time has passed.

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Which text, more than any other text, defined your entire life? And why?

For me, it has to be the article "Who's Afraid of Life After Death?", since it made me realize that there really is an afterlife: https://digital.library.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc799144/m2/1/high_res_d/vol21-no1-5.pdf

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unironically if you've not read it yet - the fellowship of the ring

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Thoughts?

Protruding through the back of an oil stained canvas, was the fist of a man, driven to such a pitiful state that he had no other choice but to act thus. Ruining that piece of art. Here he stood alone, arm stretched out, in a scattered apartment of dimly lit furniture, amongst an abundance of filth. Alone on a plaster wall, which was cracked and chipped by the absence of care; when maintenance is deemed unworthy by some apathetic landlord, hung a painting. The artist who painted it, some unknown person of no real significance, was trying to capture the feelings of hope, serenity, and ultimately: sincerity, through realism. But not to the bearer of this painting. His reason to vandalise the work is unknown, but in hopes to understand this curious scene, and all of its layers we must look back to the time this man came into possession of this painting. What convictions had this man obtained to destroy such an innocent, unobtrusive, piece of art? Birthed in the passions of an artist, murdered in the passions of its owner.

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