I was introduced to Nietzsche during some of the darkest days of my life.
It happened at a time when I was suffering from severe existential depression.
I recall so well what happened then.
Reading the first few pages of the Genealogy of Morals felt like a prosaic invitation into a secret cult whose initiation rituals demand of me to put a gun against my head – against the values and norms I was taught since my beginning.
As much as his ideas, did his prose take me over and under.
I felt like a dinghy floating on the open seas.
Not knowing where I was heading, I keeled over, I turned and twisted.
Nietzsche’s words on the origin of our moral prejudices resounded throughout my personal world.
I faced the calmest calms and the heaviest of sea storms.
In the end there was nothing inside of me that was left untouched.
I felt empty and ready for a new beginning.
Ready for a spiritual transformation as I started to realize
that the cure for my suffering was always borne deeply inside of me.
His words resounded with clamour and life-affirmation.
Suddenly there was a meaning for suffering - it is a test of one's true worth.
Suffering makes us great and is as sacred as the gods.