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Good News During COVID-19 Epidemic
As the coronavirus pandemic is sweeping the world and news outlets are saturated with death tolls, infections and scary predictions, it would be nice to focus on some good news. Besides the main benefit of avoiding infection and spread of the disease, we have compiled some of the good consequences the quarantine and social distancing orders around the world have caused. During these difficult and uncertain times, it’s always good to look at the positive while still being informed of how this situation develops.
By Mariela Corella6 years ago in Motivation
Forgiveness Is Not for Them...It's for You
I have worn hurt and resentment across my chest like a badge of honor. I have pulled the scabs off of old wounds myself just so others could see that I was bleeding. From the shadows, I would point in the direction of my offender and prosecute them over and over for a crime that they had committed years prior all because I refused to forgive.
By Tanaine Jenkins6 years ago in Motivation
A Letter To My Heart
For most of my life I have spent a lot of time and energy trying not to hurt anyone. I did my best to make sure that I was making everyone else happy and doing the things they thought were best for me. However, in doing that I realize that I neglected the most valuable thing in my life which is you. I hurt you and neglected you.
By Samantha Proctor6 years ago in Motivation
Answers that have lost their meaning
In our state of stress when something altering happens, we turn to others for answers for comfort, not everyone can say the exact thing that happens in a twist of events. I've included certain scenarios that some people can relate to. Some of them are my own experiences to pertain to this exact range of situations.
By Samantha Parrish6 years ago in Motivation
We are all a lotus flower in a time of global transformation.
This is a time of a different kind of thinking than what most are used to. This is a time of learning how to trust and have faith that, despite what it may seem on the outside, we will all get through this time together. And become stronger, together.
By MysticLotus6 years ago in Motivation
The Right Thing
I used to take my gratitude for granted. My parents provided a safe and nuturing enviroment for me and my two siblings at home growing up. It is now that I can appreciate the lengths that they went to and everything that they were patient with for putting up with my shenanigans.
By Hypodermically Speaking6 years ago in Motivation
For All the Women Who Helped Me Along the Longest Road.
I am a different person today not because of just one individual woman. I have been shaped and influenced by strong female figures throughout countless instances of my life. But, the last few years have particularly been both a struggle and in some ways, the most transformational period in my journey to becoming a better human being overall.
By Robyn Huang6 years ago in Motivation
how it all started #2
i was growing more and more each day, still reminded constantly about the past over and over again. i was 12 and that's when it all started, i started to feel even worse about myself, i started to feel that hurt aching pain in my chest everyday, there was no reason for me to feel like that, i just felt it and it hurt physically and mentally to the point where i would cry. ALl that pain and hurt had no reason at all, i was beyond confused. It started to get worse very slowly, that feeling became stronger and more frequent through the days. I want to explain (the feeling) better, it was like a random punch of sadness, anger, hurt, emptiness and loneliness, and it hit you at random times ill be laughing, smiling or just enjoying my time. Then something just comes over you and takes you over, but i end up coming back after a short amount of time and i was back to me i think. This feeling became more longer and would not leave me alone.
By Narissa Wingate-Connor6 years ago in Motivation
Pointless
You know... more and more I just realize how tired I am... how pointless things are. Quite honestly I don't understand most people and I am clearly not understood. The idea of waking up and repeating the same thing day in and day out, feels redundant. Giving up your time and your life in order to get food and shelter rather than just building a shelter, and being done with it, and raising/growing just the food you and your family needs... You try to not be alone and end up feeling more and more alone, alienated and different. Even if the shrink says there isn't anything really wrong with you to worry about, someone will always think your crazy... Try to live and have fun or hell even regain a childhood you never got. People tell you to grow up, stop wasting your life, go get a job and waste it toiling away there instead. Often making garbage no one really needs but somebody will buy anyways. When you get there they always want more, do more, be more motivated, always pushing the idea of the grand big paycheck for hard work, that often never comes. When it does, honestly the work to keep it and your age prevent enjoyment. But you go through the motions see the world more and more for what it is, rationalize, realize, you form ideas, write, design things, think things that could be invented. Even how they'd work. It never matters though, you're not a famous author, doors close quick, your ideas get you called a dreamer. Not skills to actually make them, often with no money to learn the skills... keeps them as ideas, makes them daydreams pipe dreams.. You get expected more and more to conform, to be normal to be the same.. to give up little pieces of you and become the machine... No one tells you the machine is complex, that moving from one part or talking to another part, each part has a slight variation to what normal is.. Things that are o.k to say to do to think, to feel. You try to belong, you drift from place to place, trying to find the part where you are normal. Where you don't feel like less for thinking, for having ideas. Where you don't feel you have to either explain every little though or idea like it's a complex blue print in order to be understood, and then ridiculed for it, not being fully understood anyways. Being seen as stupid because you simplify, ask, and clarify to be sure you understand someone else.. Becoming newly labeled as socially retarded by others... You look and you look.. Eventually if you tried at all, you give up, you close yourself off, you become a shut in.. Alone texting through a screen, trying to fill a hole a gap that doesn't belong. But it's been there for a long time.. Something that was never added... Or is there because to much was added and you went through it too fast or maybe you lost it.. Maybe from moving in the first place, or maybe it was falling ill, bad news constantly, ,maybe you tell people and hope they care and bond.. Maybe you do and no one really does... Maybe you don't because you wish, not to worry others, maybe you don't want pity.. Maybe you live years in pain, health getting worse but never showing it, living longer than expected. Doesn't matter it isn't there, and you can see. Eyes open how different you are the world is, how society is actually fucked up and crazy trying to conform to this illusion of normal. Shunning differences, we are told to embrace as children. How normal isn't a real thing and yet we attack anyone and everything that doesn't fit into that little bubble of what we see as normal. We call it sinful, wrong, sickness, illness, smash it with religion, try to smother it with pills. Create anxiety and depression, and turn a profit from it rather than showing acceptance and trying embrace the difference to create the place where that piece can fit.. That different mind that could have been a scientist, a doctor, an actor, had they not been just seen as different. Yet the machine goes on daily, on and on never ceasing, growing , consuming. Molding it's special little parts to replace the old parts, too many parts, more than needed, producing, consuming more than needed, slowly burning the machine out. Creating more and more pieces that don't fit because they just aren't needed now... Spares in case of defects. Turning lives into cogs and sprockets to drive society, to attempt to cheat death as long as long as we can. Avoiding the natural selection, survival of the fittest, the balance to the food chain....Growing older and older going on and on.. Maybe some days the pain is unbearable not just emotionally, mentally, spiritually but physically as well, it never changes. Expected to breed or forbidden to breed, sex sells and love doesn't, color and brightness fade away, dreams become regrets even different, being part of the machine is all there is. Do it or starve, greed, vanity, lust are everywhere you look, everything is just cold. You lose interest in it all..The frivolousness of it all, parts breaking and destroying other parts, as schools get shot up, countries war and bicker, like over sized children. We argue for rights and freedoms that should honestly have been ours are a birthright, yet are no more than lies, equality for every part. No matter the shape, size, color and how it joins... Because we did not rise up, we became the machine men, the great dictator warned us of, became so close together and yet infinitely apart... A slowly breaking, un-fixable machine that runs our lives, is our lives and how confining, controlling, imprisoning and so very utterly pointless it is.
By Kaloriinn Mason6 years ago in Motivation
Junkie Journal Entry #1
I am a greatful recovering addict, that much I am sure of. This is the most amount of clean time I have had in the last 15 years or so (170 days alcohol 120 days all drugs and counting). I only was able to achieve this by taking my recovery serious, one day at a time. I had a “slip” in the early days of my sobriety but I was able to tell on myself and get back up. Looking back now, I believe it was best to get that mistake out of the way and that I was able to handle it correctly.
By Hypodermically Speaking6 years ago in Motivation
