Why is Glee doing this to me?
Talking about Finn today. Ugh.
The word love seems as though it means nothing
But everyone says it for something
I meant every time I said to you.
I meant it then and I still do.
It is truly mind-blowing to entertain the idea that your Higher Self—and the Souls of all other Beings here on the Earth plane—made plans and agreements with others of your Soul Family, to meet up, find one another, and join each other on their paths of growth and discovery.
You might easily argue that you would never have agreed to learn from that person, but be assured that the lessons you are experiencing are precisely the ones that You desired.
Shifting your awareness from the egoic, fearful, habitual mindset to the broader, grander perspective shows you that some aspects of yourself are unknown to even you. But since your current situation is really an opportunity for growth, you can feel the appreciation for the arrangements of all these “others” in your life, because they are here to assist you in your expansion.
The sun will eventually die
When it’s ready.
I don’t know what reason
There is to that
But then, shouldn’t we hold onto
Every bit of love and light
While we have the chance?
the one thing that has stuck with me every day since my English teacher told me it in middle school is:
"When referring to someone, always say who they are before anything else about them, because being a person always comes first"
Instead of saying “the mentally ill man,” say “the man with a mental illness”
Putting someone’s characteristics (especially negative ones) before them is dehumanizing and rude. Don’t do it.
I have disobeyed most of your teachings, and you’re still with me.
You’ve been good to me.
My life is yours God.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on love instead of hate. I’ve had so many moments where my anger wins. With that being said, I recognize that love is so much more important. Love gives you strength, courage, and happiness. I’m not just talking about the love you have for your partner, because all though that is important too, the love I’m talking about is much greater. It’s the love for all things. Including yourself.
All of my anger can be traced back to one thing. Self hate. I don’t know when I started to hate myself, but I know I was young. I can’t remember ever looking in the mirror and thinking “I am beautiful, I am worthy of love” It just, never happened. I can blame other people, but the truth is, it all comes from me. Because here is the thing, I hated myself long before anyone else ever got the chance to. I remember at young age my older brother tormented me. He would call me ugly, fat, stupid, whatever insult he came up with I guess. Yes, those words tore into me. Yes those words had a hold over me for a long time, but I was the one who gave them power. Words are nothing until someone gives them meaning, and by believing him I gave him the power to hurt me. No one else can take responsibility for that.
Years later I was bullied and I became a secret cutter. I’m still not sure I have ever said the words out loud. I used to cut myself. Not often, it wasn’t an intense addiction like it turns into for many people, I just treated my body like it was nothing, because to me, it wasn’t. It didn’t go on for long, and I was never caught. Though I remember in gym class one day I had cuts on my upper thighs and I showed them to one of my friends and said I scraped myself last night on gravel. I didn’t even have to show it to her, she probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I did it anyway. She never said anything about it, she never mentioned it again, and neither did I. I think in a strange way I was reaching out for help, and I never received it. I went to therapy when my grades dropped and my parents were concerned about me, it didn’t last long either and i never told my therapist my real issues, just masked my pain with some petty complaints about a boy who would never love me back.
For years I figured everybody tried cutting themselves. Like it was a fad that every teenage girl went through. Almost like a coming of age ritual. Self harm is a serious illness, and even if it was only a short time, even if I want to downplay it, I still had that illness, I still went through it. Just like later I was a victim of relationship abuse, and sexual abuse. I have a really hard time admitting to myself that these are things that happened to me. Mostly because my experiences were turned into years of denial.
As I am starting to grow older, I have begun to understand that these things that happened to me, happened because I allowed words to have power over me. I thought that if I was so ugly, so stupid, so fat, maybe cutting myself would make the pain go away. It didn’t and to be honest, I never even got a temporary release from the constant struggle. The important thing that I needed to learn was that I hurt myself because others hurt me inside. The only reason they hurt me inside is because I gave them the power to do so. If I had loved myself, I would never have gone through these things. I would have never put myself through these things. Learning to love myself is something that may take me forever, but the reward is so worth it. Who wouldn’t want guaranteed constant love? And once you love yourself, everything else will follow. Hate gives you nothing but anger. Love gives you everything, including happiness.
They aren’t educated about what the bill would mean. First off, the most likely result that would happen would be the animals were transferred to other Seaworld parks, or associated parks. Secondly, if the retirement program were to happen instead, then these animals would not be tossed out to sea and we would call it a day. Instead, they would be retired to sea pens where they remain in human care while living in a more comfortable and natural setting.
It says so on every article regarding the bill. People claiming otherwise are not even reading the articles and facts before making assumptions.