NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW

You get an emotional high when your posts hit a responsive chord with your audience, so you keep going after it, and you’re never fulfilled because you’ll always want more likes.  The high of getting a like has a short half-life.  A view or a like isn’t true support, and deep down, we know that. People who suffer from low self-esteem may continue to search for a feeling of worthiness online, paying more attention to their posts with low likes than high ones, because in spite of their need for positive feedback, they have the habit of confirming their negative self-image.

 

The Naga

The world doesn’t need more selfies, the need to proclaim, to show the world, hey look, look at the shit I’ve done, calling out on people publicly when you have no idea of the actual story, the world doesn’t need your I-just-gave-birth photos, look at my child all covered in blood and placenta, oh for fuck’s sake, look around us, the world has lost its fucking mind, we not dealing with the information around us in a logical way, we crunching, we stealing, turning into conniving hypocrites who say more than we do, or do things for the sake of gaining fame and publicity, at the end of the day, we need our space, we need a safe space to clear our heads, to refresh our minds, the world doesn’t need to know what goes in in every second of our lives, the world doesn’t need to know, you don’t…

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Why do they make it so hard for people to better themselves. So, growing up I never had a permanent house. As I grow older I’m learning to find stability in instabilities. I have moved around so much in my life I really do not have a place I can call home. Thus I have also learned to never attach to anything. I realized that home can be found in the people you surround yourself with and the memories and traditions that develop. Home is happiness and my happiness most times is with the people I love  even if it is just myself at times. My own house. And I can’t wait to be there.

This poem by Ronald Chapman sums it up:

 

In the darkness of the night,

Away from all street lights,

Some drifters walk past.

 

A cold wind is blowing

Where are you going?

Please look at me.

 

Hopeless and desperate,

Hiding in the shadows,

Forgetting who I am.

 

Looking out the window

Well I’m dreaming

All the sweet dreams and

The memories of the past.

I’m looking out the window, watching

The day go by, watching

The cars go by,

Asking myself questions,

Wondering why the world

Has so much hatred,

Watching the sky.

Looking out the window, feeling

Nature, still struggling

To maintain balance

As the rain pounds against

My window.

You have to decide what your highest priorities are and have the courage pleasantly, smilingly, nonapologetically, to say “no” to other things. And the way you do that is by having a bigger “yes” burning inside. The enemy of the “best” is often the “good.

Excerpt from Seven Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey

Regular Strangers

How empty days would be without regular strangers

You know the kind:

The strangers, the nameless faces

That grace the place of your daily routine

 

To be an empath

Is to see the same regular strangers

Day in and day out

To know the time and the place

That they will be

But not who or why they are.

 

I find curious comfort

Knowing that to someone, somewhere,

These are not strangers

But best friends and lovers

Colleagues and siblings

 

To someone, somewhere

These strangers

Are family.

I began to draw an invisible boundary between me and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

Excerpt from Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami