at the end of 2022 i realised most, if not all, of the ways I pursued pleasure were really just me running away from displeasure. can’t blame myself too much; this was right after years of lockdown in the philippines. i'll save the many ways escapism found me for another time haha i just wanna fully recommend doing the tedious inner work of discerning which things actually bring us real joy vs the ones we just use as emotional crutches - then doing more of the former. life is so much fuller, more saturated when we allow ourselves to experience pleasure for what it is, not just temporary relief. lets fucking gooooo