I am the decisive element.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration,
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides
whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated,
and a person is humanized or de-humanized.
If we treat people as they are, we make them worse.
If we treat people as they ought to be,
we help them become what they are capable of becoming.” —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via fernsandmoss)
You have to be rich to be poor.
That’s why some people who have never lived below
the poverty line don’t understand.
Put it another way: The poorer you are, the more things cost. More in money, time, hassle, exhaustion, menace. This is a fact of life that reality television and magazines don’t often explain.
So we’ll explain it here. Consider this a primer on the economics of poverty.
“The poor pay more for a gallon of milk; they pay more on a capital basis for inferior housing,” says Rep. Earl Blumenauer (D-Ore.). “The poor and 100 million who are struggling for the middle class actually end up paying more for transportation, for housing, for health care, for mortgages. They get steered to subprime lending… . The poor pay more for things middle-class America takes for granted.”
Please call 912-652-7308 or fax a letter to 912-652-7328 to petition the judge to withdraw the execution of Troy Davis
I get a little saddened when I see people get online and spew hatred at their former partners. Now before I continue I should mention that I have been guilty of doing this before, but I changed that because I realized that it is simply not a good look. Also…
I posted something the other day that said “Thank God, I found the “Good” in “Goodbye”. I meant that shit. I really have learned to do that. My relationships have taught me a number of things, but the biggest thing is that bitterness will kill all the good things that are to come if you let it. I had to catch myself last month because I was pushing someone very special away all because of how someone else hurt me. Had I done so, I could have potentially ended what just may be the greatest task I have ever been given as a man.
Thank god, I caught myself in time.
I refuse to be bitter, fuck that.
You will not find pages or tweets from me dedicated to disrespecting any of my former partners. Looking back, I can honestly say that if I had it to do over again, there is no way I would have been involved with some of the women I committed to, especially the last one…Lord! However, it happened and I have no regrets. You live, you learn, you move on. Next time, I hope my heart leads me to someone who will cherish it because THAT is the trick.
I have no time to waste on justifying why I am no longer with a person or why they fell short in my eyes…it’s over, let it go, move on.