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In the last week I've found myself in two situations where I had to explain that despite all the crap I've been through, I wouldn't change a thing. That I love who I am, and I'm the product of everything I've lived, hence, I shall love all that past shit as much as I love past sunshine and rainbows. Amor fati is a Latin phrase that means "love of fate", or "love of one's fate". The concept is rooted in the Stoic philosophy, with people often linking it to Epictetus and/or Marcus Aurelius. The concept was later embraced by Nietzsche, who through his idea of eternal recurrence, wished to live the same life over and over again, exactly as it happened. The basic idea is: don't just accept what happens to you. Love it. And this is where it gets tricky. Accepting is easy. We've been trained religiously and socially, especially in Latin America, to accept and be grateful. And really, we have no choice. Reality has this unbeaten track of existing despite its approval rating. I can curse the…

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