Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Sunday, September 15, 2019
159 Ya se va a acabar el año
Ya se va a acabar el año y nunca le dije que valió la pena cada risa, cada lágrima, cada pelea, y cada te amo.
unhijodeputa
unhijodeputa
153 I think I'm afraid of being happy
I think I'm afraid of being happy because whenever I get too happy something bad always happens.
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown
149 Butters on sadness
Well yeah, and I’m sad, but at the same time I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin’ really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I’m feelin’ is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid.
Butter, South Park
Butter, South Park
143 I want you to be happy
I want you to be happy, laugh out loud, thrill to be alive, smile all the time, and if you think that this world won’t give you the things that you want: love, kids, a family, then I am gonna have to change the world ‘cause I will not have it change you!
You Should Meet my Son
You Should Meet my Son
129 Life is so uncertain
Life is so uncertain, that we ought to secure happiness while it is within our reach.
Alexandre Dumas
Alexandre Dumas
105 No happy endings
But there’s no happy endings, not here and not now. This tale is all sorrows and woes. You might dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes…
(A series of unfortunate events, Netflix)
(A series of unfortunate events, Netflix)
Monday, September 9, 2019
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Sunday, August 4, 2019
083 On "fixing" a disability
Disabled dude speaking from personal experience.
The main thing is that when you grow up with a disability, your disability becomes intrinsically linked to your identity. You grow up very clearly different from your peers, and have to come to terms with it. Other people identify you as "the guy in the wheelchair" and "my disabled friend". You have trouble dealing with things other people don't, and the fact that you figure out how to deal with it anyway becomes a source of "inspiration" to others. Children point to you on the bus. Strangers walk up to you and call you cripple or midget to your face.
These things all hammer home that you're different. Every single day. So it becomes a part of you. It's a huge part of your identity. You are disabled. You are different. You form communities around it where you know you don't have to deal with the dumb bullshit of able-bodied folks.
You eventually stop being bitter and angry. You embrace it. After all, its a daily part of your life, it'd be stupid to reject it. You finally learn to love yourself. You are disabled. You are okay. There's nothing wrong with you.
You spend most of your early life trying to figure out how the fuck to deal with it and navigate life and be ok with yourself. So when someone gets their legs lengthened or whatever other procedure, it can feel like cheating. Like they cheated. Like... You had to go through all this fucking dog shit just to be ok, and they skipped it. They skipped all the hard parts.
And then you add to that the fact that socio-economic status and economic mobility for disabled people is absolutely fucking awful and that these life changing procedures, pretty much no matter the disability, are all hundreds of thousands of dollars and you have a recipe for bitterness and resentment.
It feels like...erasure. And some sort of weird eugenics adjacent...thing.
I personally have no issue with these types of procedures, but they should be free along with all other medical procedures and shit.
Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/clri9a/i_had_limb_lengthening_ama_about_my_extra_foot/evxj90d?context=3
The main thing is that when you grow up with a disability, your disability becomes intrinsically linked to your identity. You grow up very clearly different from your peers, and have to come to terms with it. Other people identify you as "the guy in the wheelchair" and "my disabled friend". You have trouble dealing with things other people don't, and the fact that you figure out how to deal with it anyway becomes a source of "inspiration" to others. Children point to you on the bus. Strangers walk up to you and call you cripple or midget to your face.
These things all hammer home that you're different. Every single day. So it becomes a part of you. It's a huge part of your identity. You are disabled. You are different. You form communities around it where you know you don't have to deal with the dumb bullshit of able-bodied folks.
You eventually stop being bitter and angry. You embrace it. After all, its a daily part of your life, it'd be stupid to reject it. You finally learn to love yourself. You are disabled. You are okay. There's nothing wrong with you.
You spend most of your early life trying to figure out how the fuck to deal with it and navigate life and be ok with yourself. So when someone gets their legs lengthened or whatever other procedure, it can feel like cheating. Like they cheated. Like... You had to go through all this fucking dog shit just to be ok, and they skipped it. They skipped all the hard parts.
And then you add to that the fact that socio-economic status and economic mobility for disabled people is absolutely fucking awful and that these life changing procedures, pretty much no matter the disability, are all hundreds of thousands of dollars and you have a recipe for bitterness and resentment.
It feels like...erasure. And some sort of weird eugenics adjacent...thing.
I personally have no issue with these types of procedures, but they should be free along with all other medical procedures and shit.
Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/clri9a/i_had_limb_lengthening_ama_about_my_extra_foot/evxj90d?context=3
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
068 the saddest people
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.
Robin Williams
059 It’s not that I fell out of love with you. I fell out of love with me.
It’s not that I fell out of love with you. I fell out of love with me.I needed to end this because I haven’t felt like a whole person in a long time. I have this unhealthy dependency on you. I don’t know how to talk to people or form relationships with others. I feel anxious all the time. I can’t drink or smoke anymore because I haven’t had fun with these in awhile. I’m just anxious all the fucking time, sober or not. I don’t want you to fill in my emptiness. I want to be whole, and for you to be whole and then together kick fucking ass. But right now, I need to work on me. I need to be okay with me in order to be okay with a whole other person. In order for me to love you as you should be loved, the raw unabashed love, to be me with my “warts and all”, I need to love me, warts and all. I’m sorry. I need to be okay with me.
Source:https://www.reddit.com/r/BreakUp/comments/7rt0vp/its_not_that_i_fell_out_of_love_with_you_i_fell
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Source:https://www.reddit.com/r/BreakUp/comments/7rt0vp/its_not_that_i_fell_out_of_love_with_you_i_fell
/
054 Todos me Miran
Hubo un tiempo en el que no podía parar mis lágrimas,
Pero levanté mi cara y entendí,
Que no se puede vivir sin morir,
Ni se puede despertar sin dormir.
En los momentos difíciles recuerda que me tienes a mí,
Mírame,
Me caí y me pisaron,
pero no me aplastaron.
El dolor me dobló,
pero no me rompió.
El día para mí se apagó,
Pero entendí que la noche no era oscura,
Era de lentejuelas.
Porque la vida es así,
Se valora mejor lo bueno, lo hermoso y lo simple,
Cuando eres un sobreviviente.
Porque la comida es más rica cuando se tiene hambre.
Y un abrazo te conforta, cuando el alma llora.
Te aferras más a la vida,
Cuando sientes la agonía.
Las migajas son tesoros,
cuando no se tiene nada.
Y es entonces cuando te fundes con el que te dio, aunque sea una mirada,
Porque si fue de compasión o despiadada,
Esa mirada hoy a mí me levanta.
Y les digo a todos aquellos,
A los que me odian y a los que me aman.
Que gracias a ellos estoy aquí,
De pie,
más fuerte y más cabrona que la que era antes de caer.
Que los amo, los amo.
Porque sea como sea,
Para mal o para bien
Todos, me miran.
Gloria Trevi
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OsDHP5eyBg&feature=youtu.be
Pero levanté mi cara y entendí,
Que no se puede vivir sin morir,
Ni se puede despertar sin dormir.
En los momentos difíciles recuerda que me tienes a mí,
Mírame,
Me caí y me pisaron,
pero no me aplastaron.
El dolor me dobló,
pero no me rompió.
El día para mí se apagó,
Pero entendí que la noche no era oscura,
Era de lentejuelas.
Porque la vida es así,
Se valora mejor lo bueno, lo hermoso y lo simple,
Cuando eres un sobreviviente.
Porque la comida es más rica cuando se tiene hambre.
Y un abrazo te conforta, cuando el alma llora.
Te aferras más a la vida,
Cuando sientes la agonía.
Las migajas son tesoros,
cuando no se tiene nada.
Y es entonces cuando te fundes con el que te dio, aunque sea una mirada,
Porque si fue de compasión o despiadada,
Esa mirada hoy a mí me levanta.
Y les digo a todos aquellos,
A los que me odian y a los que me aman.
Que gracias a ellos estoy aquí,
De pie,
más fuerte y más cabrona que la que era antes de caer.
Que los amo, los amo.
Porque sea como sea,
Para mal o para bien
Todos, me miran.
Gloria Trevi
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OsDHP5eyBg&feature=youtu.be
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