Imagine looking at the worst moment of your life—the breakup, the failure, the loss—and saying, "Yes. I want that again. I want the heartbreak exactly as it was, because it made me who I am. I want the struggle. I don't want to edit a single frame."

Most philosophies try to comfort you. They promise a break, an afterlife, a linear progress to a utopia. Nietzsche offers no escape. He locks you in a room with your choices and throws away the key.

"If I had to live this exact moment, in every detail, on an infinite loop... would I be proud, or horrified?"