All life has value, but each life must determine whether its own life is worth living.
I used to hate how my body would constantly send me pain signals. I resented how human I felt.
At long last, my lack of focus and aversion to following orders had gained me praise.
I never really know what abstract art is supposed to mean until I have it explained.
It would seem there’s a great disconnect between the ideal and the reality. But I am seeing now where that gap is bridged.
The incredible irony of spiraling into self-hate because I wanted to spread self-love was not lost on me.
The hardest people to love are the people who teach us to love unconditionally.
A vision came to me a couple weeks ago for a project I knew I needed to undertake.
If we can just renew our minds, we can create heaven on earth.
When it comes to shame, every person thinks that he is the only one who experiences it, or that she is somehow uniquely worse than everyone else.
I’m not sure it would ever be feasible to outlaw self-abuse or self-harm, but it’s worth imagining.
This is a way of reminding ourselves that nothing lasts, and that includes the problems we face or believe we face.
This weekend I bought a mattress. The one I’ve been sleeping on since moving into my current place belongs to my landlady, and it’s so soft that it has started to hurt my back.
Now and then, I need to clear some space — maybe even start over.
We know there’s plenty of negativity in the world without reporters making it worse.
These people had nothing – and still they were grateful to be alive. They were celebrating.
Gratitude is, like many things, about perspective.
Pump out as many articles as possible to maximize my paid time, right? I just can’t do that.
“My joy is in correctly receiving the challenges of the day.”
No politician on the planet gives a damn about people who don’t vote.