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The “Fabulous 40s”

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Is hitting the big Four-O worse than hitting the big Three-O, ‘cos it felt just as panicky?! Maybe the difference is that for your 30th birthday, your girlfriends took you out for an all -night binge, ‘cos we girls still got it, you know; and age is just a number. But for your 40th your girlfriends took you out for a nice dinner and agreed that YEAH, it is a big change. Of course, times change, you change, and you don’t like to do the same things anymore. Yet, it seems that the clock ticks differently now.

To those inquiring minds who have tried to guess how I old was…yep, proud to finally announce and embrace the fact that I am 43-years-old and darn proud of it! Thinking about it, my 40th birthday was more of a big deal for me than it was for the people around me. Considering the average life expectancy of approximately 80-years-old, that’s half of your life gone. And as the date is approaching and you begin to take stock of your life, the things you have done, the things that got put on the back burner, etc.

Lucky for me, most of my friends and acquaintances were not counting my years as diligently as me and still thought I was a few years shy of the big event. That was pleasantly surprising. After the awkwardness and dental woes of puberty pass, we all begin to try to look younger than we are. And I had at least accomplished that. SNAPS please! 😉

Of course, the nonsense of the world still bothers me, cue – who is the president, stupidity, ignorance…  but I try my best not to allow it to rule my world.  I have become that pigeon on the high-rise, watching the (twitter) storm and ridiculous FB troll comments go by, one eye roll at a time and when it becomes too much – cursing out loud in various languages!

I realized that I am much happier striving towards creating positive change in my little piece of the world. With that said, what has my forties given me, they have given me the time to get to know myself and accept myself as is, the groove to move at my own rhythm and the confidence to not be swayed by the crowd.

So all of you, any of you, who are terrified of reaching a certain age without crossing-out at least half the things in your mythical must-do list, remember… you were a lot dumber when you wrote that list (I know I was), you were probably trying impress or be somebody else, and skydiving is probably not your thing anyway. So, embrace yourself, be proud of your years, the moments that have stayed with you, for better or for worse. Because no one else has lived the life that you have, felt the feelings that you have and been touched by the experiences that you have. Be Light and Be Bright. Be Strong and Be Alive. Don’t try to be, JUST BE!

In honor of living, loving and laughing for 40+ years

Your 40s are a Reflection

A Contemplation of the time gone by
A collection of Sighs & Silence – the moments where words were not enough
A Perspective of the world and beyond

A Wisdom won through toil
An Outlook that comes from within
It’s a Mindset that is not shy of emotions
It’s Sensual, Sexy and Exciting – to be soft and content in your own skin
Here, in this moment, you are Beautiful, you are Lively
The 40s – the Essence, the Journey – put down the roadmap and forge your own path

From an Angry Indian American WOMAN! WAKE the HELL UP AMERICA!

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So, I wrote this piece back in May and forgot to share it. I assume many of you have been affected by this and thinking about it, but I have been pondering on the most recent school shooting in Colorado and thinking about my niece, nephew, friend’s children and children I work with. Every second, every minute is beautiful, and we cannot take it for granted. Hug your loved ones, tell them you love them. Let me know tell you what is in my heart and mind.

Seems like ever day, there is a school shooting- 35 shootings since the fall and this one being the 15th since January. Is this the norm now, is this the future of our children and country?!!! AMERICA, you are wrong! We do not have a problem, WE HAVE A CRISIS!! Wake the hell up!! Time to change your outlook and then look out. Kendrick Castillo sacrificed his life to save another- there have been so many young heroes like Kendrick… a young man who had his entire life in front of him. He did not deserve this, his parents didn’t deserve this!

When will these children get to be children? Why do they have to go to school every day thinking they have to be brave and courageous because of a possible shooter? No child deserves to go to school in a coat of fear. How did it come to this? What was the moment when we stopped being shocked by the senseless killing of our children. When will action be taken?

I am sorry for the parents, loved ones and the families of the slain. I am sorry but we continue to fail you over and over again. I am sorry that your children were not safe in the most powerful nation on earth. Your families did not deserve to be torn apart. There is nothing we can offer you now, our hearts are heavy and our hands are empty. When will action to be taken?

I am sorry for the parents, loved ones and the families of the ones who were injured. May your wounds heal and your bodies grow stronger. I am sorry that you must bear the scars of violence on your innocent bodies. We had the opportunity, many of them, to learn from our mistakes, but we did not! It keeps happening over and over. I am sorry that you paid the price for our FAILURE to act. When will action be taken?

I am sorry for the parents, loved ones and the families of the ones who were put in harm’s way, who were scared, who were running for safety, who lost their friend. I hope you emerge from this trauma to be more resilient, courageous and take action.

I will continue to HOPE and I will continue to PRAY this will be the last school shooting in our country. But, I know it won’t. I hope that no parent or family has to go through this again. I hope we can agree on the fact that no parent should bury their child, no child should be terrorized in school, and NO SCHOOLYARD should become a GRAVEYARD. School is a sanctuary for knowledge, not a lock down. Let’s not just mourn this precious soul, but let’s honor him.

ACTION ACTION ACTION! Let’s not allow ignorance, and unscrupulous politics run this country into the abyss. Praying and Hoping for ACTION to be taken And for a safe future for our children. “Guns over children… America 2019?” We need to change this NOW!

Happy Independence Day!

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I have been pondering and thinking a lot  about the state of our country, United States of America  🇺🇸. Being in immigrant in this country, I have experienced and have seen so much. I have come to this conclusion… so here is my message to everyone!
All of us carry the hopes and dreams of our ancestors. We carry the history of our people, use their wisdom and teachings to make our nation a better place because diversity promotes curiosity and it’s that diversity passed down from one generation to another that makes AMERICA GREAT!
If we stop looking at what divides us, we’ll begin to see what beautifully unites us. Not on just this 4th of July, but every day, let us strive to unite together and allow our hearts, your hearts, and everyone’s hearts be filled with compassion, kindness, inclusiveness, acceptance for everyone, and the determination to work hard to make this country a better place for ALL. I encourage each of you to continue breaking borders and building new bonds.
Let us remember that freedom does not come free as it has to be fought for and conquered. Let us not abuse and take advantage of the great gift this nation was given. God Bless America! Be safe and stay kind to one another! Wishing all of you a SAFE and HAPPY July 4th! America, let us learn to lead with love, kindness and compassion.  🇺🇸

 

 

No Room For Hate! Love & Kindness Always Prevails

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It’s been a bit since I have last blogged… I think the last time I logged in was some time in 2017. Much has happened since then. As the world changes, so do I. Over the last few years, certain values have changed and I’ve been seeing life in a different way. I guess as we evolve as human beings, so does our outlook and perspective. Sometimes, we just gotta change our outlook and then look out. With that said, I have changed and been looking out quite a bit… and yes, my vision is clear and seeing things the way they are.

I really had to think about this before I put it down – the last thing I want to do is react versus respond. Here it is…. first of all, New Zealand is heaven on earth! The people of this country are some of the kindest and most welcoming! And a few days ago, White Supremacist Terrorist, not gunmen… TERRORISTS attacked and murdered 50 New Zealanders and left several injured. This incident of terrorism occurred in two mosques in the town of Christchurch, New Zealand and the targets were Muslim men, women, and children gathered there to pray and worship.

As the Kiwi nation comes to grips with their first terrorist attack, I wish to reach out to them with my condolences and hope that they overcome this tragedy together as a community, helping and healing one another.

This atrocity has shown that we are dealing with an international terrorist movement linked to the dangerous ideology of White-Supremacy and religious bigotry. The goal of these White- Supremacist Terrorists was to isolate and injure a particular section of New Zealand society, its Muslim citizens who are already a minority, comprising less than 1 percent of this population. This is a reminder of how weak and cowardly these sick bastards are, that they can only prey upon the powerless.

I understand that there were always those who believed in Fascist and Racist ideologies, but nowadays, these ugly faces of humanity appear strengthened because they believe their thoughts and actions will go unopposed. We must disabuse them of this notion. We must stand with our Muslim brother and sisters; in whatever capacity we can support them and welcome them.

The Future of humanity is in INCLUSIVENESS, in harmony among humans, in love, kindness and respect for all the children of Mother Earth!

White supremacy will not win! Racism will not win! Bigotry will not win!

There is no room for this vile filth and we have the responsibility to raise our voices and fight it! To my Muslim sisters and brothers in Christchurch, New Zealand, here, and around the world, my heart is with you and I stand with you in solidarity 🙏🏼 May peace and love prevail over violence and hate…

Random Acts of Kindness by Rahul Yaratha

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When I was growing up, I had once asked my parents for the newest video game console that had just come out.   My mom asked why I wanted this new console when I already had so many other video games; I told her that I had to have it to experience the best that was out there or I wouldn’t be happy.   My mom then proposed that instead of spending money to get a new video game console, I should consider donating the money to some charities in India.   When I asked why I would want to do that, my mom replied that “it takes a lot to make yourself happy, but it only takes a little to make others happy.”   Embracing this principle that my mom espoused, I took it to heart and elected to make the donation to the charities instead of getting the new console system.   As I have gone through life, I have attempted to abide by this principle but living in a society that places a high value of materialism, I would get caught up in the materialistic cycle with cars, clothes, electronics, and various other items in order to sate me, my family’s, and my friends’ happiness.   But every once awhile an event would transpire in my life to help put things back into perspective and make me realize the wisdom and truth of my mom’s principle.

When I was at a friend’s wedding recently, I went through the events of the evening, enjoying the wedding and the reception.    The following evening when I was at home relaxing on the couch, my roommate, who had also attended the wedding, returned to the house and asked me about what I had done the night before.   Befuddled by his comment, he explained  that during the tail end of the reception, I had apparently gone through the reception hall, grabbed all the flowers off the tables, made them into a bouquet, and then proceeded to walk to the middle of the dance floor and gave them to a girl.   I was completely floored about what I had done; my roommate replied that it was the most random yet memorable thing he had seen in a long time.

The following week, while we were in another town for several days of work, we were driving back to our hotel when my roommate and I started talking about my antics at the wedding.   Giving me a hard time about my stunt, I started thinking about this “random bouquet” that I had given to a girl on the reception dance floor.    At the hotel we were staying at, I had noticed that the front desk lady hadn’t been in a great mood.   We were patient and cordial with her and kept to ourselves, but I got to thinking about how I could perhaps brighten her day.   My roommate had asked to stop at Walmart to get some supplies so we stopped and entered.   Upon walking in, right at the main entrance, was a large display of bouquet of flowers.    Inspiration hit me and I instantly grabbed a bouquet of flowers; giving the bouquet to the front desk lady would be my “random act of kindness.”

When we returned back to the hotel, I delivered the bouquet of flowers to her; she was absolutely delighted and proceeded to tell the person she was on the phone with that a young man had randomly given her flowers and it had made her day.   With this act, my mom’s words of “it takes a lot to make yourself happy, but it only takes a little to make others happy” came full force.   After the bouquet delivery, I decided to complete a Bouquet of Flowers campaign, delivering flowers to strangers, friends, and family over the course of the next several months.   Never could I have imagined the happiness, surprise, love, laughter, and strengthened bonds that resulted from the bouquet campaign.   For as something simple as flowers, the profound effects that were brought by the flower deliveries impacted people and myself like never before.   By making others happy, I found that I became even happier than I would have through self-fulfillment through buying myself items and what not.   Nowadays, when I feel like I need to brighten up the day or enjoy a happy moment, I’ll find myself making a surprise bouquet of flowers delivery.   When the going gets tough, you’ll find a random act of kindness goes a long, long way.

#RandomActsOfKindness #MansPerspective #Chivalry

Can’t We Just Be Kind To One Another?

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This has been weighing heavily on my heart, and I waited to post because I’ve been processing what had happened because I did not want to react, or my thoughts to sound like a rant. I wanted to organize my emotions and rethink my experience of what just happened. However, I strongly believe it is my responsibility to share this with you all. Because, first of all, we as a community need to come together against bigotry, racism, hate and small-mindedness. Secondly, by staying quiet, we give more power to the perpetrators.

I’ve been an American most of my life and this is my country, and you’re my people. I never judge anyone by their skin color, faith, or background. I think being accusatory, ignorant, unwelcoming is very “UNAMERICAN.” On Easter Sunday, one of the most auspicious days, as I was pumping gas at a small station, I heard this call towards me, “Hey sand nigger, go back to your country!”

For a moment, I could not believe it was being said to me. But, I cannot help the fact that this person looked right at me when he yelled it. I just want to point out if we don’t pull together as a community and as a nation, pretty soon, our pride, “the American values” will be a thing of the past. This will no longer be a land of the free, and home of the brave. We cannot allow dirty politics, ignorance, cowardly acts of terrorism to redefine our beliefs and our actions. This has been said before, if we change the way we think and live, they (bigots, haters, terrorists, and racists) win. We CANNOT allow this to happen. I for one, will not stay quiet. I will share my story in the hopes that if something like this has happened or may happen to any of you, understand that you are not alone. One more thing, if there is anyone out there who has feelings of hatred brewing inside their hearts and minds, I ask you, PLEASE THINK AGAIN. No religion, no family values, and hope no parents in the world teach their children to spew such hatred at an innocent stranger.

I will admit it hurts to hear something like this from our fellow countrymen, and it makes you rethink your life and question humanity. I was so astonished at that moment, all I could think of was, “what do you mean? I am an American.” I AM AN AMERICAN. And it is against my American values to take this lying down. But instead of fighting hatred with hatred, we fight it with awareness and solidarity.

Friends, Brothers and Sisters, please stand against hate, bigotry, and racism. Share your stories and give voice to the defenseless. Let’s make our voices so strong and high that they drown out the words of hate and ignorance.

P. S. For the record, I detest and loathe the use of the N-word. I have never used it and I do not associate with people who say it. Only, in this context I was forced to type it and I hate the fact that to bring out this injustice I was forced to abandon one of my scared rules.

‪#‎NoMoreHate‬ ‪#‎PracticeKindness‬

#MyTwoCents

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Think About it …

That “so called” plain looking person, whose picture you commented on and reposted multiple times, just so others could also see how plain she or he was.

What if they could see how ugly your thoughts are? Like really look into the depth of your soul. This is Facebook but think about it, what if there was such a thing called a SoulBook? Every time, a thought or a minutest notion came to your mind, it will become your new SoulBook status; in big, bold, colorful letters; and broadcasted for the world to see.

The more intense your thoughts and emotions behind them, the bigger the letters get. And its all posted on your SoulBook. Would that picture of your soul, your internal monologue, be pretty, filled with flowers and fun emotiCons? Can you be confident that your SoulBook will be mostly if not completely negative, derogatory, insulting, pathetic and loathing? What if everything we think could be seen, that our thoughts could be printed on our face, like a permanent tattoo?

Who would be beautiful then?

Would we not think twice before judging anyone or spreading our negative opinions? Let’s continue thinking about this. When we relish or indulge in pointing out others weaknesses or flaws, we do this without any care of whether or not we might end up hurting someone. I’m just saying… we have all done it, whether it’s on Facebook or off. I cannot confidently say that I have never done it. However, to be consistently discouraging and going out of our way to seek out imperfections so we have that momentary satisfaction of pointing it out, in the guise of “hey, I’m just telling the truth.”

Being truthful does not give you the permission of being hurtful. We as human beings are blessed with this thing… you know… a “conscious.” Can we not manage to be honest without sounding like “bullies” in disguise?

Recently, I have come to ponder on this. What does it say about a person who spends much of their day looking for flaws? Have you checked your SoulBook lately?

Before I continue, I want to apologize if any of you think that this is sounding like a rant. You are very welcome to stop reading right here. Because guess what? It is a rant… and someone has to do it. #MyTwoCents

 

“I Don’t Know” by a Guest Blogger

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This is a phrase I hear often from married women or women in committed relationships(live-in situation) that have children. “I don’t know what I’d do without John. He was on a business trip for three days, and I just about lost my mind! I had to do everything by myself. I gotta give you props, because now I understand what you single moms go through daily”.

STOP. RIGHT. THERE. Let’s clear a few things up, for all you well-meaning(side-eye) other moms out there. You may not see it this way, and maybe you truly do mean well, but this is what I hear. “Poor you. I don’t know what you do without a man. I’m so glad I have one!” You know what? You’re right! You don’t know how I do it! And you’re wrong. You do not understand anything. John’s weekend business trip is no comparison to the daily struggle of balancing career, family, community involvement, and “me time” single-handedly.

When John is away, you can still call him at the end of the day to talk about work, kids and how everyone’s day went. You have a partner in John that you can share your ups and downs with. You do not have to share this burden alone. Everything you do in the household in John’s absence (take out the trash, change the oil, clean the vehicles, carpooling on days when it’s normally his turn, etc.), is all done with the expectation that John is coming back home. You know how long he’s gonna be gone and when to expect him back. That changes your whole outlook on everything you do. You know your situation is temporary. As a single mother, we do these things day in and day out knowing that there is no help coming. If we don’t do it, it doesn’t get done. When Kennedi or J.J. gets sick at school and you have to stay home, the hours you’re getting docked from your paycheck isn’t as much of a concern, because John’s still at work. Or vice versa. Of course we have friends we can call and dump on, who will be understanding, encouraging, and maybe in the same position. It’s not the same as a having a partner who shares the ups and downs, in and out of everyday life with you. Someone you can lay your head on and complain to about how your boss piled on extra work today. Someone who can pick little J.J. up from practice while you get dinner started. Someone you can toss ideas at about the new project you’re working on.

Am I complaining or hating? Goodness no! I think it’s wonderful to have someone to share a life and family with. It’s awesome to have the support of your spouse/significant other in any form, whether it be family, personal, work-related, etc. I hope to someday have the same. All I am saying is be mindful of comparing yourself to others. Be thankful for John and the kids and all their awesomeness. But don’t presume to know what it is like to be single and parenting. And certainly do not tell a single mother that you do. It doesn’t help to remind her that she is a single parent and brag that you’re not. As a matter of fact, try offering encouraging words that do not make it about you at all.

 

 

 

 

Settling Is Unsettling By A Guest Blogger

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We all know life is complicated and making decisions as a responsible adult is not always so easy; especially when there are so many things to consider when making a decision. Dating and choosing your life partner definitely falls under this category.

There is a buffet of dating scenarios and relationships out there; including the relationships where you know something doesn’t fit. I speculate almost all of us know at least one person who has settled in their intimate relationship(s). It may even be us. It is easy to settle for several reasons, but hard to live with. The end result is usually the same… a nagging undercurrent of a feeling that something is missing. Our hearts can feel unfulfilled and dissatisfied even if on the outside it looks happy and full.

So, why do we settle in love and life? In terms of love, while we are trying to find our future partner, we are faced with so many expectations and obligations: what do my parents want, what do potential suitor’s parents want, what does the suitor want, what does the religious community want, what does the ethnic cultural community want, what does God want, what does my extended family want, how will this match affect my younger siblings, will it bring stability and security to my family, etc. And last but not least, the most important question gets asked: what do I want? Our heart’s desires, goals, and intuition are many times the last to be noticed when we are constantly pulled in several directions.

It’s no wonder that with all the pressures of making everyone else happy, many times our individual happiness falls to the bottom of the list. Many of us know that it is not easy to negotiate and find balance amongst all of these pulls. One of them is especially strong: what our parents want. As Southeast Asians, we have the gift of being taught to respect and honor authority figures. But what if our authority figures tell us to do something that feels unsettling?

The adults in our lives generally mean well and have good intentions. They want us to have health, happiness, and abundance. We can’t fault them for that.  It’s how they show their care and love, and they base it on what they believe is right. The challenge occurs when we have a different opinion of what will bring us health, happiness, and abundance. This can feel particularly true when you are a female that is outside the prescribed norm for Southeast Asian females and wants different things.

For Southeast Asian females who have immigrated or been born in the US, life can be very different than their parents. We can’t deny the influence of American culture in our lives. These influences can spark a desire to be different than the cultural norm and live a life that is fulfilling in diverse ways. Even though many Southeast Asian parents will say that these American influences are bad, they don’t have to be.

I am all about honoring and respecting parents, and I also believe in honoring and respecting ourselves. I believe both values can coexist. Finding harmony within is always a work in progress but I strongly believe it is well worth it.

Generally, Southeast Asian cultures are other-centered (family, community, Higher Power) and American culture is me-centered. When Asians growing up in America incorporate a sense of self and start thinking about what they want as an individual, a lot of external and internal conflicts can arise. Let’s start with good ‘ol fashioned GUILT.

Let me take a moment to give a shout out to all the other cultures and faiths that also have to contend with this issue. I know it feels like our Southeast Asian parents have monopolized this commodity, but apparently there a diversity of others who also receive a wealth of guilt from their parents.

Seriously though guilt is a heavy burden! How do we live with it, release it, not internalize? There is no easy answer. Finding the balance between self and others without holding onto guilt can be a lifelong journey. But I believe it must start with accepting that we are valuable and worthwhile for who we are, and not only for what we do for others. I do not believe we have to self-sacrifice to the point of having no or limited individual identity.

Having a sense of self is crucial in America so you do not get lost and taken advantage of in a country where being a strong, assertive, confident individual is essential and rewarded. It is also foundational in the more liberal intimate relationships we see in America, where there is shared responsibility between partners for the success of the relationship. Wherever the partner roles are defined on the continuum of traditional to modern, the point is that there is mutual understanding and agreement about the roles. This way, there is joint ownership and equal respect for the other.

We all want and deserve authentic love and connection in our relationships. I think that we settle for what looks like love and connection when we defer to others to define it for us, and when we modify ourselves to please and be accepted by others. If we don’t know ourselves and do what’s right for us then fears, inadequacies, insecurities, and rejection can drive us to settle.

I know these are liberal views in the eyes of traditional Southeast Asian beliefs and norms, but we are in a time and place where we do have the power and control to define our own beliefs and norms. We have to be authentic with ourselves so we can be authentic with others. If we express ourselves from a place of authenticity, then real connections are forged based on who you truly are as a person, and not based on a contrived persona. Then an authentic connection and love can be realized between potential life partners.

It can take courage and strength to be yourself while dating but it’s necessary if you want your life partner to truly love, desire, respect, honor, and cherish you for being you. Dating is a dynamic process during which you learn a lot about yourself and evolve as a person. You can learn to filter out the kind of people who do and do not fit you, and refine attracting what you want in a life partner. As a bonus, you can get a lot of good stories and laughs out of it! Hopefully, the process will lead to an enlightened lifelong match.

My advice: only settle for the best life partner for you because you are the one and only you in this world, and you deserve the best.

Think About It

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Think About it …

That “so called” plain looking person, whose picture you commented on and reposted multiple times, just so others could also see how plain she or he was.

What if they could see how ugly your thoughts are? Like really look into the depth of your soul. This is Facebook but think about it, what if there was such a thing called a SoulBook? Every time, a thought or a minutest notion came to your mind, it will become your new SoulBook status; in big, bold, colorful letters; and broadcasted for the world to see.

The more intense your thoughts and emotions behind them, the bigger the letters get. And its all posted on your SoulBook. Would that picture of your soul, your internal monologue, be pretty, filled with flowers and fun emotiCons? Can you be confident that your SoulBook will be mostly if not completely negative, derogatory, insulting, pathetic and loathing? What if everything we think could be seen, that our thoughts could be printed on our face, like a permanent tattoo?

Who would be beautiful then?

Would we not think twice before judging anyone or spreading our negative opinions? Let’s continue thinking about this. When we relish or indulge in pointing out others weaknesses or flaws, we do this without any care of whether or not we might end up hurting someone. I’m just saying… we have all done it, whether it’s on Facebook or off. I cannot confidently say that I have never done it. However, to be consistently discouraging and going out of our way to seek out imperfections so we have that momentary satisfaction of pointing it out, in the guise of “hey, I’m just telling the truth.”

Being truthful does not give you the permission of being hurtful. We as human beings are blessed with a conscious. Can we not manage to be honest without sounding like “bullies” in disguise?

Recently, I have come to ponder on this. What does it say about a person who spends much of their day looking for flaws? Have you checked your SoulBook lately?

Before I continue, I want to apologize if any of you think that this is sounding like a rant. You are very welcome to stop reading right here. Because guess what? It is a rant… and someone has to do it.

I get it, life is tough. We all have first world problems and crappy days. At the end of the day, we have a tendency to take it out on someone and doing it on social media seems to be easier than doing it in person. If you don’t believe me, go open a you tube video and scroll down to the comment section because there is a very good possibility you will see a mention of how Hitler did it or how Republicans are all racist or how all Democrats are socialists; how Obama ruined America or how all Muslims are terrorists, or how “somebody” should go back to where they came from or if you didn’t find that, you’ll find how all feminists are taking over the world… I’m telling you, the bickering never stops and honestly, it stopped being funny a long time ago and I’m sick of seeing how ugly our minds can be.

Remember, our mind is a flow of thoughts. Does it take more effort, more energy, and more time to lift someone up vs. bringing them down? As it is, we are living in very challenging times – from bigotry, violence, racism, sexism, war, and hate. Every action performed in this world springs from that “little thought” in her our mind. When we cannot help sharing it, we label it as, “it’s just my two cents.” When in truth, your two cents is very safely sitting in your wallet. If only our words – every word – we speak was costing us two cents each, I bet there would be a lot less conversation going on in this world. The talk that would be occurring would be very measured, thoughtful, and considerate. The thing is, it is costing us and the price is our humanity– little by little. I’m just saying…