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I was thinking yes before looking at some of the answers. In this enneagramatic world, I don't feel defined solely by my type, so I feel I need to expand it. But, to be honest, I am using it for explanation only. Like translating me. Into a numeric code. Only reinforcing the identification with my ego. I'm always looking at it like some sort of reference of me. Like people would know something about me if they knew this code. But it's in vain. All of my efforts typing me. Everyone inteprets ...

I want to die satisfied with the quality of my life. That’s why I usually crave to experience more, because I’m afraid of feeling stuck regretting about what was missing in my life while I’m hopelessly watching it drain or fade away. Nevertheless, I often feel there’s nothing driving me in life and that’s why I invest a lot of time, interest and mental effort into looking for something meaningful enough to motivate me to explore; I believe I am its source and not finding it makes me believe I am ...

I became the same vermin I have always despised when I tried to deny it all, placing myself from an unseen perspective. Oh, my impure indifference! I am - damn it - close to the radicality of non-radicality. I fooled myself believing that being stuck at the middle was permitting me to watch the wholeness, but instead it was blindfolding me with the intensity of an illusion, the forever unattainable neutrality, the lost key for absolute truth.

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I want others to find me interesting. Honestly, it would feel great if someone were approaching me. In some way, I want to be the most important person in the life of someone else. I want to leave my mark in that person, I want to share something with that someone and I want to possess that someone. My sin is to be so self-centered, it sucks but it’s, at least, real. In the other hand, I feel the exact opposite. I feel I have nothing to offer and I fear everyone’s going to ignore ...