Moran Fusheng
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What Can the Earliest Days of Psychology Teach Us About Happiness?
How often do you find yourself pondering the true essence of happiness? In “The Courage to Be Happy” (2016), Ichiro Kishimi and Fumitake Koga delve into the wisdom of early 20th-century psychotherapist Alfred Adler to offer profound insights on finding joy in life. This sequel to the best-selling “The Courage to Be Disliked” (2013) continues the engaging dialogue between a pessimistic Youth and an elderly Philosopher. While the first book introduced Adlerian psychology, this follow-up explores how applying Adler’s principles can lead to a happier life.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Humans
Frozen Blaze - 02: The Cold Noodle Stall. AI-Generated.
continue from chapter 1: https://shopping-feedback.today/criminal/frozen-blaze-01 Chapter 2: The Cold Noodle Stall Zane Shaw stood at the base of the stairwell, his eyes sweeping across the scene with meticulous detail. The gruesome image of the woman’s body found here refused to leave his mind. There was something more to this crime, something buried deep within the cracks of this old apartment building. But for now, the scene was quiet, offering no new clues.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Frozen Blaze - 01
Preface A relentless killer. A trail of bodies. And fireworks that light the way to a terrifying truth. In a sprawling northern city, a series of chilling murders shakes the community to its core. Ordinary lives are brutally cut short—an elderly woman found dead in a stairwell, a delivery driver tragically struck by a car, a teacher’s apparent suicide—each crime more baffling than the last. But there's one disturbing common thread: at every scene, the remains of recently set-off fireworks.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Criminal
Echoes of the Eternal Dance. AI-Generated.
Prologue — the birth of chaos In the beginning, before time was measured and before the heavens were stretched across the void, there was only Chaos. An endless, formless breath that drifted through the nothingness, neither living nor dead, neither light nor dark. This breath, this primordial essence, was the seed of all that would come to be.
By Moran Fushengabout a year ago in Fiction




