Among the basic values of humanity, there is one that has long been forgotten: nobility.
Any friendship that is merely a transaction of interests, hidden under the guise of friendship, is bound to break down in the end. In the aftermath, both sides often accuse each other of being unfaithful friends, expressing great indignation at the fragility of the bond. But what does this have to do with friendship? Such a bond was fake from the very beginning; it was nothing but a mask and tool for profit. Today, people have given it a more appropriate name: "emotional investment," which is relatively more honest. I hope people will be even more honest and disclose their profit expectations to the party being "invested in" from the start.
For unfortunate geniuses like Nietzsche and Van Gogh, their greatest misfortune was not a lack of understanding, since spiritual solitude can be soothed by creation. Their true tragedy was the inability to receive ordinary human warmth, leaving them as isolated souls abandoned by the crowd while still alive.
People often say that love causes one to lose oneself. However, the opposite can also be true: love helps one discover oneself. In the presence of a lover, who hasn't been suddenly surprised to realize that they possess so many good qualities that were previously overlooked? The desire to offer one's best self to the lover triggers a search, and indeed, one finds it. The wish to present oneself leads to discovery. Without this wish to offer oneself, one might never discover these aspects in a lifetime.
One type of person unconsciously strives to appear sincere, using that sincerity to move others and, in doing so, moves themselves. They are indeed moved by their own sincerity. Another type of person deliberately tries to appear cunning, using that cunning to enchant others and, in turn, enchants themselves. As a result, they begin to doubt their own nature.
How can the pain of yearning for perfection, which is unattainable, be relieved?