I told you so

There is good and bad. Many believe that the humans' purpose is to choose one of those, and lead life with it.

Humans are very complex creatures. We have certain corners within that surprise, intimidate and terrify even ourselves. The key is self-awareness. Learning to balance out the good and the bad wisely.

The same is with being indecisive. You can't create a resolve that being so, is bad or good.
It is how you look at it. Being indecisive means beung uncertain. Which means wanting more time. There are two cases here:

Either you have the time, in which case you are comfortaed, but that shouldn't mean underestimating the importance of making the decision. It's still there. So don't slack on the ground of having the luxury of time.

Or, you cannot afford more time. And you are still indecisive. And it's causing you panic stress and anxiety and feelings that make your inner-productive-hustler uncomfortable. Then, you must take a step back my friend, because the solution is right within you.
The only reason you haven't noticed it, is because perhaps you're too consumed with the rules presently at hand.
Turn to your intuition.
It won't be "I don't know!" Because you're indecisive over important situations, and those situations more often than not, do not require careful thought and logic. They require knowing. They require instinct.

It cancels out any uncertainty because it doesn't reckon, or think. It knows.
When you decide to turn to that corner of yourself, it's quiet. You can breathe. And your next thought after that step back, will be the truth.

Go beyond the excuses you make up or that are injected in you by others. Beyond the judgment, of others AND of yourself. Don't channel your past as a standard to what you should want now. It doesn't matter. That's all gone and you came out of all of it in one piece. It's done and you learned from it. Turn the page. What matters is NOW and what your intuition tells you is next for you.

Do what you REALLY want. You probably feel like you don't have the slightest clue of what that is, but you do. Long moments of soft relaxation, deep breath, they'll guide you to inner-clarity and your intuition will slap your frightened uncertainty in the face, because all along... it knew.

Trust yourself. It knows the way. Regardless of whether or not you've lost it before.

If it's alive, you cherish it.

(Note: The ideas in this report are from this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGA9V4Eaij4&feature=youtu.be of which I do not own copyright.)

Many see that Humans are the Alpha species. Everything must submit to us, everything must be in service of us. And that is true, for the most part.

Humans never cease to seek, discover, and develop. We’re constantly evolving, and to evolve means new everything. The consistent search for more and new is linked to the instinct of survival. In order to survive, The Alpha Species is apparently forced to make sacrifices.

Pharmaceutical drugs, laundry detergents, bug sprays, they aren’t simply manufactured in legitimate factories, approved by higher corporations in seconds, and then delivered to local salesmen. Ever wondered… How do they get those products approved? What’s the process?

See, getting chemical products approved is like reaching the thesis of a project. And there is no thesis without an experiment to prove its validity. So, before distributing possibly hazardous and poisonous output to citizens, they are tested beforehand. Undoubtedly, not on a human. Too precious. So instead, they are injected into the next species on the food chain. Animals.

Chemicals. Intoxicating chemicals. They are pumped into helpless creatures. The purpose behind this procedure, Animal Testing, is clear so far. To keep humans safe. Better an animal than a living soul, right? Watching a video demonstrating the amount of cruelty and heartless efforts put into subduing frightened animals, says otherwise. The corporations responsible for such hideous actions are not doing so for the sake of human-preservation. It’s to avoid lawsuits and bankruptcy, plain and simple.

Now, if it really were for more selfless reasons, one would think that: no selfless person in their right mind and possession of a working conscious, would dare to lay a finger on poor and powerless creatures. It is downright inhuman, in every sense of the word. Cats, dogs, pigs, mice, monkeys, sheep, horses… all of them and many more, tortured. No anesthesia used in the process because of course, anesthesia clouds the results. They were probed, and operated on. Beaten senseless to the point of paralysis. Watching the disturbing footage made only one thing clear: The people doing this are absolute twisted sadists, thriving off inflicting pain on the weak. That’s the only logical explanation to why one would do that for a living.

The animals are treated as disposable trash, expendables that can be replaced anytime for more agonizing experiments.

The most awful part of it all, was how those animals seemed to resemble humans. They were terrified, scared to their core, confused, weak, and some appeared to have given up, surrendered. Are those not human emotions? Do we not raise the majority of those animals as family?

Are they not crucial to our survival? And yet here we are, building labs, special rooms for their torment, and why? To assure our safety. The irony should not escape the mind, much like common human ethics apparently have.

This isn’t a one-way-street, and we shouldn’t think so. The alternative is quite simple. Consult the source. Every issue always has one. These foul actions are ‘justified’ by the fact that these chemicals shouldn’t pass on to citizens without authorization which requires experiments. The question is: why must there be such horrendous substances involved in the first place just to do laundry, or powder a nose, or help cure a fever?

Even then, the bottles almost always have “use with caution, use with gloves,” on the labels. People are basically buying acids that are bad for them. But, at least they keep their floor and clothes clean.

There is a better alternative. It was just overlooked perhaps because it was too merciful and easy. Natural elements. They are much, much more affective and long-lasting. They don’t have lethal side-effects and are after all, nature-born, just like Humans. It is always easier and simpler (and cheaper) to have ethics, rather than a room of pain.

T.P.S.S

“What we know is enough. What we have is more than we need”

Should we stop doing research, and creating tech devices?

The basis of this saying is unknown to me. What is it that we have enough of? The source of power is dying out, Oil. Shortage of food is global and has been for a long time now. Almost half the nations are on the edge of bankruptcy and are in debt to one another. And if all of this isn’t true, then where are all the earth’s resources? I don’t see them. Because they’re hidden, stashed away for “better use”. Such as funding wars with nukes and other lethal experiments all in the purpose of worldwide take-over of one Alpha nation. Use better than feeding the poor and investing in Ecology to double outcomes.

The reality of the situation is that what we know isn’t even what we should know. It’s what they want to make sure we’re brainwashed to know. An illusion of legitimately genuine information.

The more we discover, the more we devour. The more we devour, the more we’re accustomed to it. And so, the need for more essentials is born again, and with it the motivation to begin that quest once more. The quest for knowledge and thirst for invention is never-ending and the path to it is very bumpy and rough.

There will always be more books to read. More songs to listen to that’ll bring Muse to life. More people to meet and learn from. More techniques to come up with and later use for more inventions. More thoughts to see through with determination that leads to more discoveries. There will always be more worlds to concoct in the imagination and bring to life in reality, because when you take a look at the Universe

 ...then at the human brain cells,

there isn’t much of a difference.

And the Universe to Man -the only intellectually functional specie alive-  's knowledge, is ceaseless. Consistently never ending. Then, so is the potential of human kind.

Minds With No Steering Wheels

(The ideas in this article are based on the content of this video. Copyrights do not belong to me.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHfC6jqBhkk )

The first thing that comes to mind when suffering is mentioned, is war, isn’t it? Then poverty. Then Women. Unfortunately, suffering can come in many shapes and devour twice as many aspects. Physical suffering is a sore and it is very challenging and difficult to both endure, and witness. So, it is very essential to learn about it as a beginning to better understand it, whether in the purpose to fix it, or sympathize with it.


A footage showing a kid named Patrick has gone viral. Patrick was deaf. He has been that way long enough to not comprehend basic physical gestures. He’s never heard a single word. Patrick’s way of life was not helpful either as he lived in a ranch away from people, except for his father whom he’d only understood when he’d gesture to an axe for him to go work the field. A human being who’d never known words, the concept of Meaning. Nothing. He didn’t feel lost because he’s never even had a path to lose in the first place. This went beyond being lost. Patrick was isolated, locked inside his own mind, feeling things that he didn’t even know the meaning of. Just that they didn’t feel good given the fact that you could see how he appeared numb and unaware of anything.

Another problem was his father who’d had to witness his child’s suffering, every day, and feeling helpless. There’s a quote from a book that goes: “The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.” His desire was for his one child’s suffering to cease, and that in itself was yet another suffering. A ripple effect of the first. But the one good thing about suffering is that sometimes, something can be done about it.

Patrick had gone to a classroom where sign language is taught. There was a teacher, and a wall covered in animal images, hand-motions’ images. As more people filed in (Patrick among them) the process started. You could see how uncomfortable and shy all the students were. Yet soon with the teacher’s encouragement and consistent smile, the students’ determination and their thirst to learn, giggles were slightly audible. They were having fun. The second Patrick was able to fathom the hand gesture for an animal was caught on camera and that moment was heartwarming. Knowing they weren’t alone, knowing it was possible to surpass their disability, it was all worthwhile.


The reality of the situation is that nothing can really stand in the way of true determination and hard work. Desire is not enough. Potential decides the outcome, and the outcome for all those people along with Patrick was the ability to found a purpose and fuel it with eager, solid ambition.

Title? I don't know... Call it a thought

Aren’t we all so proud?

We went to the moon. We discovered fire, and invested it. Everything we discover, we are aware and smart about it. We use and invest it for more.

And we are praised for it by those who didn’t witness such phenomenal accomplishments. We encourage it.

Though of course, those accomplishments did not happen in matter of days. They took time and effort and patience and money.

Now, let’s shift the point of view.

Words.

They’re just letters. Combined together, they have meaning. The results are too combined together. This took SO much time before. More than a Millennia. But we made it.

Now, it literally takes less than seconds to combine letters then words then you have a book.

A book.

A pile of papers linked together that hold absolute magic. It’s so authentically mesmerizing when we put it in a literal context, right?

When you’re holding a book, reading it, scanning a paragraph after another, this doesn’t quite occur to you. Why would it? You’re too caught up in the brilliance of the string of words attached together in a beautiful symphony of over a hundred pages.

Stay caught up. You have the actual product of a human being’s hours, days, hell… years of thoughts, and feelings, and doubts between your hands.

You have a stranger’s soul in your hands. But they’re only a stranger up until you’ve closed the book. Because then, when it’s all said and done, when your heart’s thrown into a vortex of everything… you know the author because you know their creation.

Creation. What a Powerful word, damn it!

Writers are actually Gods. And trust me, what they’re truly capable of is even beyond that book you just finished and rocked your world. That book has been edited, re-written, and revised countless of times to be presented to you in the best shape.

Honestly, as magnificently, captivatingly, and utterly beautiful reading is… I do wish I had the impossible privilege of watching a writer write.

Like a guardian Angel. Being there when the idea came to them. When it gave birth to thousands of other ideas. When their head was nearly about to explode from all the ideas and subtexts and details crammed in there. When they decide it’s time to let them all breathe into paper and ink. The first attempt at an introduction. First failure to make a good cliffhanger. The painful frustration when the hand can’t translate the mind. Coming up with foreshadowing. The struggle to find good places to insert that foreshadowing. That look of excitement and amazement and astonishment when you let your brain steer your fingers and the result literally freaked you out because it was so awesome and you couldn’t believe you came up with something so amazing!

The first drafts before being tweaked here and there. All of that. If I could have a superpower, being able to witness all of that would be it.

Because all those behind-the-scenes moments, they’re the ones responsible for the magic. Immortal magic created by literal mortals whose voices in their heads were too loud to not be recognized.

It’s not climbing into a space shuttle and landing somewhere far away. It’s the act of imagining what’s out there before you see it. Because when you see it… that’s it. That’s the limit.

But with imagination, there is no such thing as limits.

Sources

I’ve always admired this picture.

It displayed a great deal of truth. We chase both of those things but never stop to consider the exceptions in which they don’t meet.

Then, somebody went ahead and added something to it.

Treated equitably = Treated with fairness

What did this person do?

Different perspective, sure. But we can dig deeper than that.

What is his perspective?

He went to the source of the problem, and cut its roots.

See, sometimes it is pointless running in circles and jumping hoops in search for a solution, when the initial problem can be eradicated.

It sounds and seems so harmless, and easy, and simple. So why is it so difficult for you to apply it in reality?

You. When you are bullied, called names and getting beaten up. What do you do later?

Cry, I assume. Maybe not, though. Maybe you suck it up and go home without saying a word. And it happens again. Little by little, the things you’re called will seep into your head. You’ll start to believe them. Believe you are stupid, like they said. That you’re trash, like they said. That you’re useless, like they said.

You’ll believe it. Convince yourself that they are right. Something really is wrong with you. You might not even remember that they said those things anymore, because you’ve repeated them to yourself enough times to only remember that you initiated your own self-destruction.

You won’t blame them, you’ll blame yourself.  And the ripple effect will reach every aspect of your life.

That’s one giant problem, isn’t it? One with no expiration date.

…

And?

What? You didn’t think that that was it, did you? That you get to just give up? No. You go to the source. You force yourself to go back to the source. No matter how painful and excruciating it is. You do it.

They said those things. They bullied you. They’re the ones who literally left their business and spent their time on you. Wasted their time making you feel inferior. Like a loser.

It’s them. Not you.

Someone who goes out of their way to spend time inflicting intentional pain onto others… those people are the problem. Whether they be kids, or adults. They’re the source.

Why spend money, time, energy, on brain-storming when you can channel them into a better purpose?

Instead of telling your kid to sit by themselves or they’ll get beaten up… instead of telling them to not fight back… instead of preparing for what’s already out there… fix what’s already out there

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Look out for them. Violent tendencies shouldn’t be an instinct. Teach them to share, be modest. Because verbal bullying stems from spotting weakness, and it’s tempting to feel superior to that weakness by provoking it. Especially when you’ve been taught to have your own toys, that your clothes are better than that little girl/boy. That you’re smarter than them.

Did you think, kids come up with that stuff on their own?

Their parents, in an attempt to build up their kid’s self-esteem, they boost up their ego as well. And it never goes away.

Just like teaching girls to not talk to boys, to not wear certain clothes. Why not teach your kids to be respectful? To be polite and not objectify any person that walks by?

It’s not cool, it’s not impressive, and it’s a problem. So, eliminate it from its source.

Awareness is the key.

Nothing is more important than kids. They can be annoying and make you want to run away from them. But they are the pillars of all that’s to come. Your job isn’t the priority, your child is. Supervise them. Meet their peers’ parents and have a chat. When did that go out of style? Never.

Teaching and spreading and practicing kindness, understanding, and assistance, is so easy and simple.

So why not? We should have the drive for what’s easy and simple, so we can handle the less so.

Self (Loathing) Evaluation

Everybody hates something about themselves.

You might hate how big your nose is. Your sister probably hates her teeth and your uncle stares at himself in the mirror for an hour, wondering if his muscles are manly enough.

But, have you ever hated something about who you are ?

I’ll explain in two ways.

Your dad comes home from work with exciting news. He got a big raise and he appears to be extremely happy about it. You, on the other hand, refuse to share that joy. Your mind and heart were on a quest and they have found something that was deeply embedded within you. The time your dad missed your school play.. the time he blew you and your drawings off because he was on the phone with someone whom he won’t remember his name now… the rainy afternoon where instead of hugging you and comforting you, he scolded you for being sick and called you irresponsible. Your heart and brain found the terribly scarred, yet nicely hidden version of you. And because of it, you don’t feel like he deserves your attention now.

So what do you do ? You leave, storm out of course !

« Where was he then »…  « why should I ? » … « he doesn’t deserve it »…

The noise lowers, and you step towards your dad and give him a hug. You congratulate him and join in on the joyful mood.

You tuned out the negativity, the feeling of oppression, the feeling of injustice. You chose to be considerate and understanding. You chose the happiness in reality over the grief of the past.

You put someone else before yourself.

Here’s the thing, you know it’s the right thing to do. It makes you more mature, being able to balance and control yourself. But then again… 

Then again, you hate it. You hate being the one who considers others when they never reciprocate. You hate being the mature and rational person, the nice one who gets walked over. You set the standards up high now, along with everyone’s expectations. You despise the fact that it is now your thing. Now others know it too, and they never ever expect you to throw a tantrum or be unreasonable. No, you’ve sentenced yourself. And you hate it.

You hate how good you are.

Then there’s the other way.

You’re always seeing things differently. You’re always doubting and don’t appear as convinced as everybody else at most issues presented at any given time. Even when it should be common sense, it doesn’t feel so common to you. It’s amusing at first. But with time people get sick and annoyed with that. Some may feel inferior to you and don’t welcome that feeling, which makes you as a result hate yourself for inflicting that feeling on people. Especially when they make a mistake and you correct them with the good intention of just correcting them. “He/she thinks he’s better than me.” That’s all they’re thinking about you. That’s all they see in you.

And you try to alter your mind, your perspective. Make it accustomed to a certain path. Tame it to accept the obvious and not seek more. Train it to ignore obvious mistakes as to not offend their maker.

Why?

Maybe you’re tired of always feeling like your thinking is wrong because you’re thinking differently. Maybe you just want to fit in, for once. Not be the freak. You want to join in on the common views.

What then?

Is that better? Did it pay off? No? Yes?

Maybe you lost yourself. You lost sight of your uniqueness because you were too scared from straying far from the current of alike-thinkers.

Alike-thinkers = Non-thinkers

And the worst part? You’re aware. You’re aware of how disregarded you were, how pulling back didn’t change a thing, how it’s ruining you instead. And you hate yourself for it.

At times, the good can only stem from the bad. If you’re aware of all of this, that gives you the advantage. You’re not yet brainwashed and branded as just another person. Only you can tear yourself away. You just have to find the calm. You need to.

Calm is a superpower.

Find your inner peace. From it, everything else will come. Like how to appreciate yourself. How to listen to it. Others’ judgements will no longer guide you. You can turn to them if you want another perspective. Codependency will only bring your downfall.

So you’ll correct that grammar mistake with no shame or sorrow. They’ll thank you later.

You will begin to understand how awesome you are. It takes a slave to give birth to a commander. It takes a follower of the pact to make an Alpha. You’re your own source of comfort and understanding. Appreciation and love. The rest. What people provide... friends, family. It’s all a bonus. As they should be. Don’t be coy. Or a coward. Trust yourself. Your soul. It knows the way better than you think.

My Thoughts On Prince EA's Viral Video On Education

The video definitely added new techniques to my knowledge. I absolutely admired how EA presented his case. It was professional, accurate, logical, real, legitimate, and most of all, very profound and with purpose. He started small, then his statements more and more straightforward, specific and relatable. And that's the secret. Relatable. He knew how to grab and hold on to his viewers by putting in their hands something that affects them on a deep level. He was provoking that sentiment.

His words too. The meaning of each one increased with the one following it giving them more power and ability to get to the point quickly yet smoothly and with fierce. EA appeared very passionate with the issue which was visible through his voice and the use of his words because he actually and truly believed everything he was saying and was convinced by it.

Lastly, I especially loved it when he said, "...I do have faith in people." He might be one of the very, very few that still do.

The F word. No, not Fuck

Feminism.
Yes boys and girls. Feminism.
I know right? "what's the big deal?" you might ask.
EVERTHING, is the answer.
Let's talk about the fact that that word wasn't even recognized until the star Beyoncé included it in a song of hers. Or the fact that most people who have finally noticed Feminism, they noticed it as a Popular Trend.
That's all it meant. Just a trend to copy and follow and claim as our own, without having the first idea on what it actually means. People added 'Feminist' in each of their accounts' bios, but when an issue related to this "Trend" is mentioned, they turn into agressive, retarded assholes. Yeah, um sir? That kind of contradicts your tweets and instagram photos about how much of a true warrior you are for Feminism.
But let's ignore the small generation for a while on the grounds of :

1. They're caught up in the stream of social media and therefore of mimicry
2. We expect them to, because they're just kids.

Here's the bigger problem. The adults. The people we actually expect to be mature and open-minded. What are they doing instead? They're giving their daughter a hard time for wearing a skirt, coming home late, not completing her chores. And her brother? He's not even home. And nobody cares. Because what if he's out there drinking? Or with a girl? "She's not our girl", they'll think to themselves.

"Mom, why do I have to make his bed for him?"
"Because he's a guy, honey. Guys don't make beds."

Fine.

"Mom, my friend Amanda has a boyfriend. Can I date, too?"
"No you can't. And your friend is a disgrace to her family."

Oh. Okay.

"Mom, my brother did something bad and didn't get punished for it. But when I do something wrong, I get grounded. Why?"
"Because he's a guy."

Well...

"Mom! My brother killed someone!"
"That's alright. He's a guy. He can do that."

I am very certain that this is where it'll end up. No joke.

Because what better excuse for being a jerk who treats women like they're trash, than having a penise.
Here's the thing. Girls are not seen as human beings. Nope. They are seen as bodies. Asking to be objectified. Inside male circles, she's referred to as "that", "it", "those". Girls are afraid to walk past a groupe of guys because they know damn well they are going to get cat-called, flirted with, whistles are going to follow after them... One of them might even have the guts to touch her. That's no longer flirting, it's abuse and bullying.
So far, this is pretty disgusting right? I wish it stopped here.
There is no secret that females are more sensitive. They are delicate and let's face it ladies, we can be fragile sometimes. We have insecurities, but some lucky few of us can handle them. So if a girl wants to look good, she wants to boost her self-esteem by wearing nice clothing and putting make-up on, apparently that's now an open invitation for sexual flirtation and disrespect. Wow I am so proud of this generation.
Actually no, this doesn't go out to only our generation. Adults too like I mentioned before.
When an unfortunate girl is raped and she wants to demand justice, what happens?
She is crucified. By everyone. "Why did you go to that place... why were you dressed like that... you should've been careful... you should've stayed home... this is your fault and responsibility... "
Can someone find a proper explanation as to why this is okay? Why this is allowed?
Do you go to a graveyard, look at the tombstone of someone and say, "It's your fault you're dead."
If you do... honestly, get help.
Not only does the Judiciary fail her, but so does the medical system. Because, if a drunk person gets into his/her car and drives then hits a tree, then "it's no problem. We can fix that broken knee." And if someone falls from a tree they say "Don't worry, we can stitch that up you'll be as good as new!"
But god forbid a female makes a mistake, and she wants an abortion when she's pregnant out of wedlock. Oh no, someone must alert the church elders!
She's ignored and hit with the classic, "No! You got yourself into this mess. Take responsibility"
I could honestly go on and on and ON. How sad right? How many examples there are of total disregard to justice and equality.
But let's be clear on one thing. Feminism includes EVERYBODY.
Men are deeply involved, as well. And for the same reason that women are looked down on, too. Men when seen with attractive women, everybody's like "She's with him because he's rich... he can't get a girl like that... she's using him..." Their body is judged too. I mean excuse them for not living up to your instagram greek gods with abs and whatever. He is still a human being. With feelings, believe it or not. But oh wait you won't believe it because according to you, men shouldn't show emotion, because they're men. They should always look tough, act tough. Be manly. Play "manly" sports. A little boy likes balet? No no no. Here's a ball. Go play soccer. Be a man!
Being a man apparetly means you must be into dark colors and if you prefer pink for example, you'll probably get beaten up in the school yard. It apparently means that you should force your flirtatious behavior on someone even though they've expressed that they're not interested. It also means to smack your wife if and when she talks back to you, otherwise how will she know who's the boss, the man of the house?
Honestly people... grow up.
No seriously, get some years.. like mind-training-years.
Sorry, not sorry for bursting your bubble, but here's the thing:
Girls can play soccer, and lift weights, and drive motorcycles twice as big as them like the bosses they are. Boys can cry at dramatic movies and wear pink clothing and play balet. No shame.
"You hit like a girl" is not an insult.
"Having balls" shouldn't refer to having courage.

When this specific topic is mentioned, some rightious person would probably say something like "Yeah but women can vote now. They can work at so many high domains.What more do they want?"
And while that's true, it doesn't change the fact that society doesn't see that as a legitimate change. That chief-editor walking out of her car will be stared at like she's a whore for wearing that particular skirt. That business woman will get labeled as the office prostitute because all her co-workers don't believe she made it to her position without sleeping with someone from headquarters.
So yes, maybe we've achieved things that we couldn't before and maybe now we have actual rights. But let's face the reality here... nothing's really changed.
You can pretend it did if it helps you sleep at night in utter denial. But no matter how many conferences speak about this, no matter how many protests and meetings happen to make a change, the old-school ways will always intervine thanks to people who are... let's save that for another post.
Those rights remain on paper. The judge might get you a fair virdict, but he'll still look down on you as if you're the criminal. Your mom might allow you to go out but she'll still give you a curfew, and not your brother. She'll fill his plate more than yours. She'll let him style his hair however he pleases but you're not allowed to make a change to yours unless she chooses it.
We pretend it's all good. That we're all equal and just. But we're not. The little details are still there, and they are truly disappointing yet still sting with the same agony.
Equality should run in our blood. If that happens, can you imagine how safe and comfortable we will feel?
Please try to open your minds that are crammed with expired mentalities that you've inherited without comprehending. Let that happen. Look away from the boy who's bawling because Jack dies and Rose stays on the floating door.
Leave the boy who likes Disney stories and movies alone. He's just passionate about something. Why don't you start looking for your passion, instead of walking over to him and making fun of his Princess Elsa Shirt?
You're not an animal so control your urgencies when you see an attractive person walk by, and instead, offer them a polite compliment. You might earn yourself a date rather than a lawsuit.
It includes and involves everybody. Feminism isn't a label and it sure as hell isn't a trend to make yourself cooler. It's something we must understand properly and spread. Like what the #WomensMarch that happened a couple of days ago. That was very brave and inspiring. I hope it goes more viral, provokes true change, and more people jon it.

I rest my case.

Begining

I had a lot of doubts before deciding to do this. The kind of doubts that last eight hours. It's not so much as what I write, as opposed to how I'm writing it. Because I've discovered that nobody can write something without unintentionally slipping in some of their own thoughts, their personel perspective. That's where my problem lurks. Even doing this now, writing this, I feel unnecessarily exposed to people. And people shouldn't have such advantage, such freedom to trespass another's comfort zone. Their true thoughts and depths. I loathe that so much.
But then... then I thought about something.
I thought of how proud of myself I am. I am still learning of course, still growing and maturing but I truly am pleased with the person I've grown to be so far. And there are so, so many contributing factors to that. Like the books I've read, for example. I mentioned before how every writer cannot help but engrave a small part of themselves within the story they're telling or its characters. And I have learned so much, understood so much thanks to that courage. The courage of having  a fragment of you on display.
I've always been constantly encouraged to do something with what I have. But it's not my fault I can sometimes be ...socially decapitated. Sorry. I can't sugarcoat it.
"Get out of your cocoon." I had been told very recently. It added to the weight and, yes the inevitable discomfort, of it all. But I just thought "maybe I can be able to go through with this".
So if I can do for someone, anyone, half of what all those authors have done for me with their work, I will consider myself fulfilled.
So, this is me, taking the first step out of my comfort zone. It will get bloody and scary I'm sure, but it's sooner rather than later, I guess.

Just to clarify, this will not be a sort of diary where I whine about whatever. Absolutely not. It's a blog. Where people get to blog about stuff (duh). I won't be telling you what it will be. Just setting the record staright on what it will NOT be. Ta-da.