It is easier to write, even objectively, when my emotions lead to passions. Are these two separate things? The words come to me when I lose myself to my senses. Are my senses what make me, or rather are the experiences that they allow me to have what makes my self? Either way, I become a part of a greater—something.

Does that make sense?

I hope it will save me from the potential of seeing the world as a pessimist, which is not the equivalent of a realist. I am a born optimist. I believe in positive, truth, openness and purity. In the end, character is the only thing that I have left.

This is the power of reappraisal, and that is my ventral ACC and medial PFC.