You took on that special project at work and it failed, miserably. Well, I have won at a lot of things, but I have failed at much more. Because of this, I have learned to embrace failure because failure has never failed to deliver me from something. Through failure I have learned to discard behavior and attitudes that no longer service me. I have learned to conquer fears. I have strengthened and matured. Failure has always brought me the gift needed to prepare me for the next win. And there is ALWAYS another win waiting for us on the horizon.
“To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it is man’s injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, then, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immeasurably man’s superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she not more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If nonviolence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective appeal to the heart than woman?”—Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaproject)
“I am who I am. Somedays I exude more bad than good, somedays I cuss more than I should and if that makes me imperfect, flawed, lost, or confused for that day, then so be it - I am who I am. I will not always be immersed in positivity. I go through various emotions as I go through the motions. With all good, comes bad, and I take it as it comes and continue to push on. My attitude will always be a reflection of what I am going through. If I could fool the world into thinking I was perfect, I would, just to save myself. It is easier to reveal the sides of me that are appealing to the eye and mind, but then I would be disguising all that is mine. I cannot deny my heart of what it feels for the convenience of others. I cannot deprive myself of the feelings and opinions that I am entitled to, just to keep peace with my enemies. I will express my feelings as I feel them. I am not here to show you what you want to see, I am here to be me in my entirety. I am made up of delicate pieces, and some of these pieces will go misunderstood, but that does not grant authorization to judge or criticize me. I am made up of many things - feelings, memories, colors, energies, races, places, scars, and faces. I have seen a lot, and have experienced more. When you combine these pieces, you are bound to stumble upon some unpleasantries. I battle demons I wish I never entertained. I’ve said things I wish I could’ve contained, but the angels inside me overpower the demons beneath me. I may not always be immersed in positivity, but I am immersed in His grace. If you can’t forgive me for being shamelessly and fearlessly true to who I am, He will. I don’t live my life to seek the approval of yours. Criticizing me will not change my truth, it will only expose yours. I will not apologize for my imperfections. I am doing the best I can, with what I know. Just because I have room for growth, doesn’t mean I’m not already seeking knowledge. I have given my soul patience to evolve into all that it craves to become. There is negativity that lives inside me, but that is not who I am. I am what my life has made me to be. I know only from what I’ve lived. My life may differ from yours, but that doesn’t make yours better, it only makes it different. I have my bad days, but that doesn’t make me a bad person. Life is full of lessons that I’ve yet to learn. As long as I am living, I will continue learning. I welcome growth within me, but I understand that patience must be present for growth to occur. So I ask that you be patient, with yourself, with others, and with me. Understand that we all our living according to our own time.”—Huntz (via hunteroanderson)
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.”—Steve Maraboli (via purplebuddhaproject)
The phrase “rubber bullets” is often used to describe what are more accurately termed “rubber-coated metal bullets”, heavy steel projectiles with a minimal coating of 1mm or 2mm of rubber, that are regularly used to lethal effect alongside — not instead of — live ammunition.
Rubber-coated metal bullets are fired from metal tubes placed on the end of high-velocity rifles such as the M-16s commonly used by Israeli troops. Tubes contain around 8 rubber-coated, cylindrical, steel projectiles, which are powered by blank rounds fired from the gun’s magazine.
Writing in the medical journal, The Lancet, [doctors] said firing the bullets at civilians made it “impossible to avoid severe injuries to vulnerable body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso, leading to substantial mortality, morbidity and disability.”
They added: “We reported a substantial number of severe injuries and fatalities inflicted by use of rubber bullets when vulnerable upper-body regions such as the head, neck and upper torso were struck.
“This type of ammunition should therefore not be considered a safe method of crowd control.”
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
“Youths are passed through schools that don’t teach, then forced to search for jobs that don’t exist and finally left stranded in the street to stare at the glamorous lives advertised around them.”—Huey P. Newton (via nirvikalpa)
“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.”—Alison McGhee (via beautiful-ambition)