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Joy in Surrender

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I am almost certain we could say that hygge represents a hypo-egoic state of mind.

The sense of comfort, contentment, and connection it fosters aligns closely with the non-entitlement perception of reality that characterises a hypo-egoic state.

In hygge, the emphasis shifts away from self-importance and individual achievement towards a shared, present-moment experience—whether through simple pleasures, warm social bonds, or an appreciation of life's small joys.

This surrender of ego-driven concerns in favour of collective well-being and mindful presence makes hygge not just a cultural concept but a psychological state that encourages humility, gratitude, and a deep sense of belonging.


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