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By: Anonymous
Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T05:18:27.693508Z
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Date: 2023-08-18T19:56:45.087879Z
Thats a big question to answer bc our view for ourselves doesn't match with others. Either is better or worse. I believe that if you know yourself then u can do or don't whats right or wrong. I was always proud of myself even for my mistakes or decisions that either was for my future or my personal matters. I am an introvert Sagittarius even at 37 i have those moments but I'm there whenever u need me, I'm your crying shoulder I'm ready to kill fory family and my loved ones. I will hear you i will tell you my opinion but the choise is yours. So I'm proud of me and myself bc i haven't let anything to change me. I'll always be Evi !!!! P.s DON'T ALLOW ANYONE AND ANYTHING TO CHANGE U
Date: 2023-08-20T04:10:05.371971Z
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Date: 2023-08-21T02:53:05.978963Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T04:35:33.801881Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T01:59:25.234510Z
When I achieve my goals that I have set out for myself and by others like my mentor who knows how to push me and allows me to make mistakes but is there when I need his advice. Me knowing that people who have said or even thought that I wasnt worth the time or energy to believe in are always proven wrong when I achieve my goals and they are still where they are at blamming everyone but themselves where they are. I have been around people who blame their life on the government not protecting them and giving others handouts but them when it's really about their choices in life of what they achive and don't achive. Everytime I achieve something I brag about it to myself everyday that "Hey I achieve that goal which I thought was so hard but really it was super easy so what's my next goal going to be and is it going to teach me a new skill or something new about myself that I just happen to wake up inside of me." That is how great people over come their problems and allow to improve themselves everyday. I also learn from not achieving goals that I need to find a different route to it because route a didn't work out for me but maybe route b will. Even if I fail from achieving the goal I know I try my hardest and I will be better next time I set that same goal. I also enjoy seeing the looks of my haters when they know that I'm achieving my goals and they arent because of their choices. It's all about believing in yourself and not listening to what others say about you that will make you succeed or fail. If you get the haters in your head with their negativity then they win but if you have them in your head as positive thoughts like "You wont make a million dollars in a year" instead you say "I wont make a million dollars in a year instead I will make a million dollars in 6 months." Then you have won the battle no matter what the out come is. Stay positive and use negative as the fuel for you to make your goals and so how much you have grown as a person.
Date: 2020-10-16T15:47:13.140305Z
Hey, listen, before you judge me…we all get into stuff without fully knowing what we are signing up for. The year was 2008, I was a waiter at a dinosaur restaurant, and I say that not literally but contemptuously, as I was by some twenty-year range the youngest member of the staff there. Me and well, my green card wife (yes, I bet you can’t wait to hear that story) This stale, dusty place that served pre-packaged meat had once been a staple of the Tribeca neighborhood in Lower Manhattan, now it was a place were old farts and young douchebags came in for a beer. The place is still there, it is called Walker’s. The summer prior I was laying on my crazy friend’s bed in her mom’s home in Houston while she told me her adventure at Burning Man. She did a great job at selling the experience because from that moment on we began to plan the next year’s trip. Laura, my crazy friend, is a wild-thinking cosmic personality bulldozer, who happens to be loaded and would, I think, prefer to be one of the ‘common people.' She had moved to London ages ago and I am convinced she fully inhabited that persona across the pond. In any case, Laura, now a self-proclaimed burner had a plan and was taking care of ‘everything.’ I did as much research as I could previous to attending, I understood the climate was harsh and I thought ‘Well I do live in New York City.’ I also understood the bartering economy and I thought again ‘Well, I do live in New York City.’ I felt ready. A few days before the festival was about to start I set off on a plane from New York City to San Francisco. Laura arrived via road from Texas. In the car she had : a welsh girl named Rachel who I could only understand when she said ‘cunt’, and the Goldman sisters who were in all reality two sides of a bipolar personality. There was Downer-gold always high on weed and Upper-gold who needed adderall to chill. We were too young and immature to really take in the ‘alternate society’ aspect of Burning Man. Seasoned ‘burners’ take a lot of pride in being able to effectively ‘survive’ in a hostile environment with a different economy. The kind of mass gathering activity that would only seem attractive to the children of first-world capitalism: “Let’s go suffer for fun!” A sense of pride invades the attendees without really admitting that everything they brought there is a by-product of said economic system they so earnestly ‘reject.’ I believe that is why so many white affluent Americans love, but really fucking LOVE, to visit places like India and say things like ‘it truly changed me.’ That being said, my barely-legal immigrant ass was sitting right there in that rental car, full of white girls, in line to be admitted to the event. Laura had paid all the fees and materials to make her camp a reality. She had some absurd concept of providing ‘lush aerobics’; an idea born out of our routine to do yoga with chardonnay in our water canteens. Our ‘camp’ lasted all of forty five minutes due to a beautiful sandstorm that took it all away. We were officially homeless in the most hostile environment on earth. Fun! I went to fetch us some water as not to add dehydration to our growing list of concerns. I took Upper-gold with me. On our way back, we got caught in yet another sandstorm and hid behind a Scooby-doo van. Unbeknown to us we were in the ‘shirt-cocker’ district of Black Rock City: where old dudes parade around in only a shirt…yes with their cocks out. Some even had phosphorescent cock rings. A shirt-cocker named Andy told us to come inside his camper for refuge. We did. The storm lasted about an hour and half and I imagined the rest of the girls flying high like Dorothy and Toto somewhere in the twist of the storm. I almost felt relief. We were flying high ourselves because of some amazing powerful marijuana. After a while the sight of his exposed genitalia stop bothering me…it was just another limb. Harmless and poised. When we finally made it back to our ‘non-camp’ there was even less of it. Laura was in a raging rant scolding Downer-Gold. The Welsh had taken off on the first art boat that went by. We decided to take a break and explore the neighborhood. Around the corner some lovely Canadian boys hosted us for the evening. We were all sitting by the fire and Laura went inside their food tent because she was hungry and proceeded to eat a couple of cookies. Those pieces of pastry were loaded with the most powerful THC component in the whole west coast. Poor devil went down for a full day. We kept watch on her, the sisters and I, while brushing her hair and enjoying the harmony that had settled between us. When she arose from her slumber she readily admitted defeat and with that…we went dancing.
Date: 2019-12-15T01:23:03.129491Z
I remember the time when my Grandmother told me that kindness to others was very important. She added, "No matter what sort of phase of life you are in, always show compassion for whatever you intend to do. Especially because we all experience a variety of walks in our lives." Hearing that from her melts my soul. She radiates kindness to others, seen or unseen; she will always find a way to extend her help in her own little way. So this is why I’m writing this story: to share with you what kindness truly feels like and how powerful it is for me. To exhibit a certain act of kindness to others, we first have to acknowledge the type of kindness we ourselves deserve. I always believe that to be able to show compassion, we first need to give ourselves exactly the type of kindness we want to extend to others, because for me, kindness is for everyone. It doesn’t look at people’s statuses to operate; it doesn’t judge situations based on how rude you are to yourself. Kindness is contagious; embrace kindness within you first. Every day we are given the chance to interact with the people in our community. There are private and public organizations that are driven by their goals to seek aid in times of need. Especially when catastrophes hit, they will never hesitate to help. I think these are those people who are blessed, thankful, and community-centered citizens who, without hesitation, are always ready to extend efforts to their country. People are lenient, and we may not show it, but we have it in us. Triggered by the chances we see in our path, we may not realize it, but sometimes our compassion is tested. Oftentimes they are obviously right in your own home; sometimes it's on your way to work; and maybe it’s in your group of friends. Kindness establishes confidence, builds up our character, and creates happiness. Every time I lend a hand to those in need, I feel satisfied and more humane. It’s like Kindness is imprinted in our DNA, and from time to time we are going to need to show it; it’s like a quality we can never get rid of. What I love about kindness is that it has a lot of forms. Sometimes it’s seen; sometimes it can only be felt. Seen by giving hope to those who are hopeless and felt by spreading love in ways we already knew would make everyday life beautiful and worthy. I want to thank my Grandmother for being one of the best role models for showing kindness. I guess sometimes people who care about you, who guide you, and who support you will be the ones who give you first-hand experience of what being compassionate is truly about. I can surely say that if it’s in our DNA, I can say, "I got it from Grandma". Sometimes kindness is silent yet can be heard and shared. I wanna have this chance to thank you for sharing your thoughts, experiences as stories in this platform. Reading your story makes me feel better, happy and left me smiling. Being a storyteller is one of the best acts of kindness I'm forever proud of and I hope you are too.
Date: 2022-02-27T04:16:50.043915Z
The daily question of Saturday had me thinking for a while what my most priced possession is and why? After thinking it true, I came to conclude that my most priced possession is the knowledge I have and gained over the years For some people this would not make sense; so therefore I am going tell you why I said my knowledge is my most priced possession. Money and material things come and go. Those two are not thing I consider priced possessions. Than other would think why isn’t your family your most priced possessions. It is quite simple, you can’t own people and for my family is priceless. Knowledge on the other hand is something I had to gain and maintain over the years. It is something I work hard for. You might not have money but with the right knowledge you can become very successful in life. Also, knowledge is very powerful tool. They can take away everything from you except your knowledge