if tears could defy gravity..

indianajosh:

crookedindifference:

kellyoxford:

From Arise India Forum:

“For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives 

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them. 

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five: 

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. 

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. 

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard. 

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. 

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle. 

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. 

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win. 

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. 

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. 

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships. 

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier. 

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. 

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. 

New Year’s Resolutions.

These are all important lessons that should not wait to be put into action. I’ll keep from clumsily conjuring Foucault to explain the institutions of coercion that keep us from breaking free of the prisons that house our liberated selves, and instead defer to the Persian poet Rumi:

Take an axe to the prison wall.Escape.Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.Do it now.

(Source: t.co, via thelittlethingsdespiteinjustice)

So I just finished reading, America is in the Heart by Carlos Bulosan. Sometimes I wanted to punch something or slam the desk while reading when i come to parts where he is being abused and tortured by racist white men. I also feel a bit disgusted by his “faith in America”…

But besides that, I felt really touched and saddened. It makes me think of my life, and I parallel his transition from the Philippines to America with my own transition from being at home to when I first went to college. Just as he had so much faith in America, I had a lot of faith in the university for a new life as I enter into adulthood. Although the experiences of meeting new people and finally being on my own seemed great at first, I also began to see the other cruel reality behind the privileged folks here at the university as well as the reality behind the university as an institution to produce a managerial class to comply in this capitalist system. And like Bulosan, I kept in mind that not everything about the university is bad, as I have met great people and I have learned a lot in some of my classes. Unlike Bulosan, who gives all the credit of hard-working people and different struggles and resistances to the idea of “americaness”, I do not give all the credit to the university for the knowledge and the experience of meeting the people I know. Still, I feel an understanding of him as I too am living full of contradictions…

Probably the saddest scenes by far are the moments when money is worked for and given… For example, when Bulosan’s little sisters give 5 pesos, their entire years savings to him, or when Marcario and Amado gave him money before they went off to war, and a few other incidents… I hate money so much I’ve hated money since I realized that it is because my family did not have enough of it that we had to struggle just to eat, just to keep a roof over our heads, and how the stress of trying to get money turned our family against each other, physically and mentally…

I hate money so much, but even despite all the hardships, it touches me so much to the point where I want to cry when I read about someone giving up the last bit of money that they worked hard for to someone they love. And i’m not talking about any charity or rich-privileged folks donating money in the thousands to people they probably don’t understand.. I mean when I rediscover that some underprivileged people in this world, even despite all the struggle that they go through, are not corrupted with the value of money.. when I get reminded that although my parents don’t have much, I somehow mean something to them where they would save me 50 dollars for my birthday even if it means working more hours, or even if it means on the brink of not being able to pay another months rent.. it touches me so much, and it does not matter about the value of that money.. I don’t care if other kids are getting about maybe 100-200 dollars a month or in the cases of privileged folks, their entire education paid for them.. because thats a privilege.. i’m not touched by privilege… but the realization that even without economic privilege that people dedicate their time and energy into working just so others can have a little bit more food, a little less financial stress… I thank those people and I thank my family… I just hope I see more of this in the world, and I hope I never take this for granted, ever…

Sex addiction…the unnatural lust to stimulate my body. When it becomes hard to enjoy doing playful activities with my partner because i am too focused hoping it would lead to sex, even when i want to just enjoy the moment…

Sex addiction is a confusing parasite… when it becomes hard to tell when i want sex for natural pleasure for my partner and myself, or if I just want to feed that addiction..

Sex addiction is also a contradiction…It is called an addiction because the “desire” can never be satisfied. For me, that desire cannot be satisfied because it is not sex that I need in my life. Mentally, I know this, because even after masturbation, or even after sex, I feel a sense of emptiness, because I know I did not get what I really want, which is intimacy. But my body repeatedly resorts to sex to fill in that emptiness. But in essence, what used to be a temporary relief is now an expanding void. 

Acting on my sex addiction was ingrained habit since I was a teenager and sex’s portrayal with intimacy by the media was the main contributing factor. However, this is the fantasy that is given by the film and porn industry, when the reality is that these industries have taken advantage of sex addiction to objectify women and even men for their own profits…..

It is not my partner’s fault for why I do not feel a sense of intimacy. And it is not my fault why I have been grown up to have a craving for sex. But one must not confuse sex addiction with their own integrity. What I have described was the detrimental feeling, but choosing to act on that addiction was an injustice not only to my partner, but also to myself. My mind and my body feel detached, because my mind knows one thing and my body does another. But how can I be intimate with my partner, if I cannot be intimate with myself… Sometimes I wished I had a lower sex drive because I believed it would stop my sex addiction. But I now know that I would most likely resort to other addictions besides sex as a means to fill in that void. It is not sex, but trust and consent, which are signs of intimacy, and so I have only myself to blame for lacking that. My real problem was not my addiction, but my lack of means to be able to control my body. But I believe that I cannot control myself if I do not establish trust within myself.  

I want to rid myself of sex addiction, but ridding myself of sex addiction should not and cannot be isolated from establishing that trust within myself.  Sex is a healthy pleasure and but sex addiction takes the joy away from sex as well as other fun activities. Sex addiction objectifies the body instead of showing a true appreciation of the beauty that the body has and the sensation that goes with it. So in writing this blog, I hope I am one step closer to confronting the problems I have within myself. But even more important that fighting against sex addiction for my well-being and the well-being of my relationship, I hope that in fighting against my own sex addiction, I am also fighting against the industries within my society that encourages sex addiction, sexual (patriarchal) violence and distorts sexual intimacy into a commodity. Sex addiction has always been a private matter sealed with guilt, but I believe it should be openly discussed to exposed the injustices in our society.

1radicaldreamer:

microaggressions:

A great blog for links to resources about various types of social privilege. If you’re ever confused about types of privileges, this is a great place to start.

cool! seems like a great resource for those interested in learning more about (their) privileges

(Source: microaggressions)

dear-blankpleaseblank:

Vaginas are capable of pushing 8+ pound objects out of them, while penises can be injured by pretty much anything.

Sincerely, I think you have it backwards

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1radicaldreamer:

most “pro-lifers” i ran into are mostly males or some privileged female.  most likely they’re christians too.  talkin’ about “morality” and “life” and shit while disregarding the welfare and hardships of people who are already BORNED.

iamateenagefeminist:

You know the people that make statements about cutting men’s penises off and such. 

And it really fucking pissed me off and I’m mad I did it. 

Because I have been dealing with people defending men who say some heinous things my entire life. 

And I kinda wanna be like, you know, if you’re going to make me apologize for these extremist “feminists”, if you’re going to make sure that I’m not “one of those’. I want you to apologize for Tyler the Creator and Joe Francis and Dov Charney and every other male that has publicly condoned rape or domestic violence or any type of misogyny. I want to make sure you’re not “one of those men”. 

Because “those men” the ones that make “those statements” are actually in positions of power. Unlike the “feminists” you’re making me apologize for. The men who say horrible things about women actually have influence. 

And that just pisses me off.

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laborreguita:

true stuff. 

laborreguita:

true stuff. 

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