“The idea of happiness as a process of self-realisation also grates. As if being unhappy somehow puts you further down the karmic food chain and that if you’re not happy it’s because you’re a less worthwhile person. Misery is not always optional and the last thing the miserable need is to be guilt-tripped by the emotionally cleansed.”—John Crace, on the UK Government’s positive psychology movement Action for Happiness. (via mindovermatterzine)
“On Mark’s birthday, in May 2006, I received an email from his administrative assistant telling me that it would be my job that day, along with all the other women in the office, to wear a T-shirt with Mark’s picture on it. The gender coding was clear: women were to declare allegiance to Mark, and men were to become Mark.”—Katherine Losse had just dropped out of grad school at Johns Hopkins when she moved to Palo Alto and was hired as Facebook employee No. 51. In her new book, The Boy Kings, she describes Facebook as a men-driven fraternity full of immature and sexually inappropriate behavior. Plenty more here. (via newsweek)
I choose me. I choose to wake up day after day and try. I choose to fall asleep night after night and dream. I choose today, tomorrow, and all the days I’m given. I choose life. I choose now; my present and later; my future. I choose to fly, and when I cannot fly I shall walk. When my feet are too tired I will crawl. I choose to never give up no matter how hard things get.
I choose to love. To give. To live. I choose to dream. To discover. To pick myself up over and over. To learn from my mistakes. To accept the flaws I have. I choose to be positive. I choose to smile. To laugh. To breathe. To leave behind my past. To cleanse my soul of negativity. To forgive. To live the life I’ve imagined. I choose to let go of my hate. I choose to hold on time and time again. I choose this life, this present, this me. I choose me everyday in every way. I choose me.
I choose peace. I choose wholeness. I choose hope. I choose joy. I choose to make the best and the most of my book of life. I choose my story as it is written. I choose to fight. To try. To never give up or back down. I choose to heal. To be free. I choose better and brighter days.
I choose to be honest and sincere. I choose to be myself. To shine true, and shine bright. I choose to believe good wins, love wins, light wins. I choose to lift myself up. To lift you up. I choose faith even in the midst of storms. I choose to tell my story. To use my voice. To take off my mask. I choose to laugh and trust.
are likely those who have never been on the receiving end of real hate, visceral hate, encompassing hate, societally condoned and normalized hate, legally violent and institutionalized hate. They think “hate” is a blip of individual feeling, never having seen hate as a pervasive network of mutually-supporting destructive forces whose scaffolding is built right into their psyches.