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  F or many people, the fear of being judged, bullied or hated can be incredibly debilitating. It can stop you from pursuing your dreams, expressing your true self, and living a joyful life. Unfortunately, this fear is all too common, and it can be difficult to overcome. If you're someone who has spent a lot of years afraid of being judged or bullied, and you feel like you've missed out on joy because of it, you're not alone. Here are some thoughts and tips that might help you move forward. Acknowledging the impact of fear The first step to overcoming fear is acknowledging its impact on your life. It's important to recognize that fear can prevent you from living a full and happy life. By avoiding situations that might trigger your fear of being judged or bullied, you may miss out on opportunities for growth, connection, and joy. Acknowledging the impact of fear can help you recognize the need to take action. Challenge your thoughts Fear is often rooted in negative thoug...

 Think about this for a moment: what's your context? How do you understand things? It seems to me all of us have a frame of reference, we all see the world through our own unique lenses. Context arises in development, a frame of reference is built from scratch on blank personality to later be upheld as a fundamental truth, "what is the history of this protocol?" " where did it start?" "When did it start?" "How did it start?" " Why did it start?" " Who was the first to do so?" I don't have an answer for any of that, but for sure I have possibilities in the now: to understand the effect, not the intention; to trace the extent, not the record; and to make an alteration. "Does it need to be changed?!" Our natural instinct often lies to us. Our ego thrives on the thoughts of significance and supreme perception; that same belief is the reason for our downfall. "Does it have to be changed?!" I don't kn...

 My dream, that which is born in every season, that does not die, that if it shines, the bird carries its bed-sticks to its room, which it truly knows, which does not know itself, which has age for all ages, which has beauty, the genius of poetry, and which has pain the energy of contentment to live under writing cap. My dream, which I read in a book, then I saw it on the cinema screen, and then I remembered that it was floating with me, on a plank of wood, in the flood. Which I had never wished for, and I emigrated and met it in the night. The one who I realized, after long incense, that it is only mine to dream, and that there is no share, so I resorted it, to escape from my impossible dream, to the writing vault.  Everyone left me: everyone left, they all left, looking for in books, in cinemas, in the alleys, and in the hollows of the world. Poets fly in the air. Sufis permeate the pores of danger towards the absolute. Prophets in wells, in prairies, on crosses, and in secl...

kindness is a trait for me, and I became merciful to those I do not know, so how about those I love? How can I be cruel to those I am afraid of blinking the eye, injuring them. But they amputated my hands and my heart, how do we hold on to those who amputated our hands?  With what excuse do we convince them and convince ourselves to stay and we have exhausted the excuses of their wounds and abandonment.. How do we fight our battles with those whose swords do not know an enemy other than our mind? And the wounds they opened in our heart and left, are we not ashamed when we tell the heart that we want them back? And if we go back, what will happen? Do you expect my amputated hands to hug you!? I don't know what motivates us to give us other chances, I think we say to ourselves;  At least this time we can't hold on and we no longer have fingers of regret that we are afraid to bite. I think we are given another chance because we are no longer afraid of losing because we have alrea...

Being an only child, the parents can spend well in the upbringing of the child. The child can be provided with better nutritious and well balanced food which may not be possible in a big family. The child can have fruits drinks, and nice things to eat like biscuits and chocolates. The child can have better clothing of good materials and new fashions. Besides these the child can enjoy a good education. He can be sent to a good school from the beginning because the parents can afford to meet the expenses. Good education means good books, good teachers and good learning tools. For instance, where there are many children an average parent cannot find means to provide even a good atlas and instrument box. Picture books and story books will be out of question. Because of better attention to his education, the only child can hope to reach high rungs of the ladder provided, of course, he had the brains. Another signal advantage is the parent can attend on the child personally. This will help t...

 You know maybe today your bummed out because of the things objects you don't have, , things you desire, weight you want to be, the life you want but didn't accomplish, having being not with a person you want,or the fact you can't go outside, but I just wish you realized that you already have the most important things in life, I am so thankful to be able to breath without ever paying,I am so grateful I can wake up in the morning and feel the sun in my face and the wind on my skin, I am so thankful to be able to watch the trees wable everyday, flowers bloom , and the plants serving me, I am so happy and grateful be able to have a beating heart, water to drink, to even be able to wake up, I am so thankful to look up the sky and see the most beautiful art ,watch the clouds move and form different shape being able to look up at night and look at one of the most beautiful creations looking down at me But you know, if you couldn't experience one of this there are a billion re...

 Depression is emotional cancer.You know you're depressed when you feel hopeless, lose interest in things u used to like, difficulty on concentrating and making decisions. And you feel the only way out is suicide. But that ain't the way even if you feel like this world will be better of without u and its hard to come out of those feelings all u hear is some sad songs abt depression and mumbling about drug and some shit..even there is so much fucked up Instagram posts that praise about being sad and depressed. But remember you can always open up to someone you feel close to, a friend, family even a therapist just to get it out of your chest .Even when you see your loved ones act out don't ignore it pls I beg you don't, especially on this time its gonna be hard for them because some people use school, work and hanging out with friends as a escape from what they're going through to distruct themselves and now they can even do that. So check up on ur friends ask how the...

 Self love and acceptance- love and accept yourself at all stages of your life. Life is a box of chocolate, you will never know what you get....sometimes your up, and sometimes your down, the unexpected happens all the time. Dont dwell on things in the past, love the happiness and the pain, embrace it, learn from it, remember it, but dont let it alter your future in the negative way. you got dumped ? So what.....your lost a loved one? We all die.......a friend betrayed you? Your not the only one......you screwed up big time? Everyone does.........process the emotions in a healthy way but dont hold on to it more than necessary. people that do are those who think they are owed something, give without expectation and receive with gratefulness. Forgiving and forgetting is not for the other person but to set yourself free. Dont kill your individuality to fit in with the crowd. 

 It's funny how a bad day reveals how we truly feel or think about something because we can sugar coat our thoughts on a good day.....which makes me wonder if we should all have more bad days so we could be honest with each other, irritancy trespass the borders of tolerance, a fancy word for faking to make everyone smile. I played that role flawlessly for years, being reluctant of what people think of you make you dangerously good at conforming to the perfect puzzle piece, transforming to everyone's need, being what they want as long as you benefit from it one way or another..........some people would say that's a very selfish thing to tell, very immoral hehe......I can't help but think of the moral umbrellas we carry around, the courtesy we extend one another when deep down we are what we truly are, and all our decisions, at the molecular level, are self-serving, whether we acknowledge it or not, our actions are a reflection of our subconscious desires and where we are...

 Our lives had become a rat race. Ever since kindergarten. We were in kindergarten to get to elementary and then elementary was for middle school, middle school is for highschool, highschool is for college and college is for a job, and your job is for a promotion, and your promotion for another promotion and it just never stops till one day you get to the top and theres no where to go.  All our lives we thought this time is to get you prepared for your future. And your future is to get you prepared for yet another future. In the process we forgot to live the present. There isn't a whole pizza waiting for you at the end of the journey, you eat each slice along the way. Insta @a.dev___

         We live our lives so blissful in our ignorance of an infinity which could invade us at any moment. One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender sober dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slept changing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising sun — which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep good stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot white hear, however much one trie...

    Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity, what is this death but a negotiable accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing...

      Your aliveness is going down because you are committing suicide in installments by becoming selective in your involvement. Whatever you do willingly, that is your heaven. Whatever you do unwillingly, that is your hell. What is considered so beautiful can become so horrible; what is a great love affair, becomes rape if it happens to you when you are unwilling. The difference is just willingness and unwillingness. If you take away the willingness, the process of life naturally becomes a suffering. Whether your mind is a misery or your mind is a miracle simply depends on whether you are allowing life to happen to you absolutely willingly or unwillingly. Is your life a love affair or is life just raping you? That is the question. If you are being raped by life, then the mind is a misery. If your life has become a love affair, then life is blissfulness, and the mind too is blissfulness. If you look at every life, if you look at how every atom is functioning, you will rea...

      Quiet and pure is the night. yet another day slips out of our time space into memories soon to be lost. A single, lone star flickers in the center of the ocean above, the clouds are dashing for it now. I do not wish for it to go, but it does. I am alone, the moon diminishes far from my sight. The wind leaves tender kisses on every portion of my dirty, brown skin—I wish I could kiss it back. I wish I could hold onto her robe and follow her to her freedom land. Where is it, even? I do not know, but my heart races at all the possibilities. What is it that the leaves giggle and sway to? Some will say that it isn’t necessary to know but there is too much I do not know of—It is both a gift and a curse to know the secrets of the universe.

There were letters I wrote you that I gave up sending, long before I stopped writing. I don't remember their contents but I can recall with absolute clarity, your name scrawled across the pages. I could never quite contain you to those messy sheets of black ink. I could not stop you from overtaking everything else. I wrote your name over and over–on scraps of paper, in books and on the back of my wrists. I carved it like sacred markings into trees and the tops of my thighs. Months went by and few scars have vanished but the sting has not left me. Sometimes when I read a, parts will lift from the pages in an anagram of your name. Like a code to remind me it's not over. Like dyslexia in reverse. Say something to me. Quieten this silence of yours. Fill these empty spaces with your words, no matter how insignificant you claim them to be. I once tasted too much of the universe that lingered on your lips, consumed more than I planned of those woven around your words, and from the mom...

                             pic credit:- google   Suffering is a misunderstanding. It exists… It’s real. I can call it a misunderstanding, but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist, or will ever cease to exist. Suffering is the condition on which we live. And when it comes, you know it. You know it as the truth. Of course it’s right to cure diseases, to prevent hunger and injustice, as the social organism does. But no society can change the nature of existence. We can’t prevent suffering. This pain and that pain, yes, but not Pain. A society can only relieve social suffering, unnecessary suffering. The rest remains. The root, the reality. All of us here are going to know grief; if we live fifty years, we’ll have known pain for fifty years… And yet, I wonder if it isn’t all a misunderstanding — this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain… If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could… get thro...

One of the saddest things in the world is to feel broken, and although you've somehow been ripped apart, you feel like you can never be put back together again.There are days when I ask myself, What are you staying here for? Most times I don't even have an answer. Sometimes I just don't want to be here anymore, and those are the toughest thoughts to deal with. But the days that I truly cherish are the ones where I'm so overwhelmed with happiness that it feels like I can beat this depression. That happiness comes from friends and the jokes we share with one another, it comes from family members and their unconditional love for me. I love when friends and family are able to penetrate the barrier of lies and insecurities that depression creates, allowing me to feel love. Those are the days that make life worth living, and those are the days that keep me fighting. The extremes of depression are the worst. One minute you could be on cloud nine and in the next you can feel li...

There are things in life that make you question the status of ur sanity, ur being, ur physical element in that moment. I feel like this things open our eyes to the reality of the world. The confusion in that moment create clarity and a new perspective for the rest of our lives. This clarity though is not set in stone. I feel like It shows it's presence but expects your constant work to keep it. The more you work towards it the more you thrive and experience it. I feel like I found that life defining moment. It sure as hell made me question my sanity. Like a whole lot. But it gave me the clarity I really needed. So what I wanna say is one of the worst experiences in this worst time turned out to be the best gift the universe ever gave to me. I learned that good isn't always good and neither is bad. They give you the opportunity to thrive and prevail. They give you the chance to learn and grow. To be more self aware and to love yourself. They give you the chance to reflect. Get t...

Insecurity is simply lack of self confidence and self compassion. And there is no single cause and it's different with everyone. But everyone at some point felt it but some people feel it more often than others. Some causes are past traumas, failure, rejection, negative belief about ones self... And for me, my insecurity generated from not being able to accept change. change in my self, body, family. At this time and day where the TV and social media is our main source of communication, it's really hard to not compare our self with others and think we lack what they have or even envy them at times. So that is normal but the problem really starts when we constantly think about our selves as inferior than others and body insecurity like all insecurities starts at a young age and it sometimes last a lifetime to work it out. And I feel like most of us don't talk about it and the less we talk about it the harder it gets. But there is no better time than now So growing up I was a...

What are you supposed to do when you’re sitting alone and you can feel your heart break and your breath gets stuck in your throat and you just want to scream but you sit in silence waiting for the pain to pass? Are you supposed to get help? How can you call for help if you can’t breathe? Do I deserve this? Sometimes I like to think if I sit by myself and smile a little more I’ll be okay but I think in the end I’m just sitting alone waiting for darkness to just take me over..