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Journaling

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If you are a good person every now and then you are going to feel like an idiot

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 “There's a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn't that kind of the point?”

I Wish There Was A Way To Know You Are In The Good Old Days Before You've Actually Left Them.

No Matter How You Get There Or Where You End Up, Human Beings Have This Miraculous Gift To Make That Place Home.

It’d be great if people saw this documentary and learned from my mistakes. Not that I’m a tragic person. I’m really happy now. But…it would just…just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this and she said to herself “be strong, trust yourself, love yourself. Conquer your fears. Just go after what you want and act fast, because life just isn’t that long.”

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Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

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As a trauma survivor, you don't see the power in you. You think standing up to your bullies or aggressors is beyond your capacity and you are too small. But, you don't think that you aren't small anymore. You aren't that little girl, scared of talking back and who risks being locked in her room for simply loving and existing. Now you are a powerful human being, one who has a home and has the freedom to leave it and come back to it whenever she wants. You aren't a little girl anymore, you are the big elephant who can't realize she is in chains now because she doesn't think she can run and that's just ridiculous, if only the huge elephant knew in fact, he was the light he has been waiting for.

#trauma survivor #ptsdawareness #light

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Epitaph by Merrit Malloy (link: https://english.duke.edu/news/poem-day-epitaph)

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on your eyes

And not on your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting

Bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.

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What if?

What if you had to walk like a Goddess today?

What if all your insecurities parted ways from you and your life?

What if you enter a room and you don't feel little anymore?

What if you accept being a woman and not a girl anymore?

What do you think you would feel if you walk proudly in a room without thinking what the others are thinking?

What if you saw the beauty that others see in you?

What if you stopped materializing the little girl who was prejudiced and laughed at for being different?

What if you started loving many parts of you instead of just one or maybe two?

What if you give yourself the compassion you give to others?

What if you understood that beauty is not related to being underweight or overweight but it's its own notion instead?

What if you loved you the way you love others?

Emm Z.

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Love

- How often have you been looking for that person to love when all along you were that person?

- How much longer do we have to go through life to learn everything else except how to love ourselves?

- Are you even capable to really love others if you can't seem to love yourself?

#self love #Love

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Time

When time will age everything,

My memories and my skin,

I wonder will we regret leaving it all?

Our love and our dreams?

When, my eyes' glory in your heart will be forgotten.

And I won't recall your scent.

Will you regret hiding it all?

Our possible alternate universe?

When the old song won't fill the room with melancholy

And I won't remember why the longing behind the melody.

Will you remember your heart's aching reason or it will all be just a series of forgotten skipped heartbeats?

#poem #love poem #longing #memory