#that them being champions didnt matter in the eyes of the masses

[cheemken]

KNIGHT-

I re-read some of the Villain Iris AU posts and yeah, Drayton would be DEVASTATED when watching the live stream

Like imagine he’s at home with either his parents or he’s with Drayden at the moment, just trying to stay warm from the ice Kyurem and Iris had placed across the region. He has no idea what to do or what to think, the figure who had terrorized the region, thrown Ghetsis to his death, ruined the ecosystem, made living in Unova actual hell, just revealed themself to be his older sister

And she looks different from how she presents herself in front of him, she looks tired, insane. And when he’s around she looks normal, stressed maybe, but always normal like she wasn’t trying to worry him

Imagine if after the livestream was over, Iris went to find Drayton to invite him to live in Team Plasmas castle with her. He was one of the few people who actually cared for her and looked up to her like she was a hero

And she was his hero

But she just can’t let Drayton live in Opelucid City where there’s barely any food left for the survivors, where it’s freezing cold both outside and inside every building. She wanted her adoring brother to be somewhere safe when she continued to force the region into submission. She wasn’t going to hurt one of the people who cared for her

Last thing but I would think that one of Iris’ goals would be to murder both Hilda and Hilbert. They might’ve been her friends but that was before the voices of Unova got to her, now all she sees is competition she was to be rid off

If the twins are gone, then no one can stop Kyurem from fusing with both Reshiram and Zekrom

And everyone will see Iris as the Hero she always was. As the God she will be

Also I am trying to make this coherent as possible but I’ve only gotten 5 hours of sleep last night and it’s almost 2:00 am rn.

Dude right😭😭 but ough this is giving me villain Diantha vibes now like the og one w her just wanting to keep Augustine safe lmfaooo

Oh this is fucked up man this is so fucked up imagine how that must've went tho, how she's there trying to convince him to stay with her, I imagine it's like,, set after her fight w Hilda, like the one where Hilda broke her nose cause she punched her, imagine that. Iris telling the Shadow Triad to get Drayton for her, ofc, she wants to keep her brother safe too, he always adored her, always looked up to her, saw her as a hero even before she got Kyurem, why would she abandon him the same way everyone else abandoned her?

When the Shadow Triad returned, Drayton in hand, he was trembling as he staggered back, reaching out for his Archaludon's pokeball, only for it to not be there, seeing his pokemon at the hands of the Shadow Triad. And finally he sees Iris standing before him, Kyurem looming behind her, casting a shadow over them, making Iris' crimson eyes glow an ominous light. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as Iris was kneeling before him, the Shadow Triad disappearing. And ofc he expected the worst, Iris was covered in blood, the blood from her nose smeared all over her mouth, her jaw, even on her gloves. Removing her gloves, she reaches out to him, making him flinch as he felt her hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

Looking up at her again, he sees her smile, but god it wasn't the same one he's so used to seeing, this one feels twisted, sordid, it didn't feel right, her fangs were bared, as she said, "I'm glad you're safe, Drayton." And god he fucking hates it absolutely hates it how the one looking so adoringly at him isn't the same sister who used to tell him stories when they were younger, who gave him piggyback rides, who always believed he can achieve so many things despite his laziness; no, this wasn't his sister, this was a monster mimicking his sister, and god did he hate it, "I don't know what I'd do if anything happens to you."

Imagine her pulling him up to a hug tho, he can smell the blood on her, it made his stomach churn. Then she's there smiling again, god he doesn't wanna look at her anymore. "I can't just let you live here with grandpa, you know how he is, plus..." She looks down from the Frigate, looking at the state Opelucid is in, "do you really wanna live in this frozen death trap?" She then turns to him, "in the castle, you can have all the food you want, it's warm there too," she said, pulling him to her side. "You don't have to worry about going to school, not like you cared about it in the first place, right?" She laughed at that, Drayton just wants to run away from her

But can you imagine tho Drayton finally confronting her abt shit, why she became like that, she was a great Champion, she was his hero, everyone loved her. Then suddenly Iris' demeanour changed, she was almost glaring at him, staring right through him, almost piercing. Her voice was cold, bitter cold, "don't be naive, Drayton." She spat out, "do you honestly think they'd tell you they hate me right at your face?" Taking a step forward, he took a step back, "do you really think they'd tell you how much they hate me?" He took another step back, "do you really think that I don't hear about the way they wanted Hilbert to be the Champion, how much they looked down on me, how much they wanted me to lose?" His back had hit the edge of the Frigate, "do you really think I don't know how much this region hates me?"

Drayton tried to tell her that not everyone hates her, they shouldn't, she's doing everything for this region, then she just laughs as she shakes her head, pulling him to a hug again. God he hates the smell of blood. "You should know better, Drayton." Her voice was but a whisper, "you should know, our family looked down on you too," her grip turned tight, "I heard everything they said about you. How you can never be at their level. Can never be a Dragon Master." And she's there stroking his hair, "even when you became Champion of the academy, they didn't care." Then she pulled away, looking at him like how she looked back then, so softly, like the sister he once knew, "but I cared. Grandpa may never be proud of you, but I am."

And just hcmxbxn y'know Iris just low-key manipulating him, snapping her fingers and suddenly the Shadow Triad showed up again, handing over Drayton's pokemon, as she tells them to lead Drayton to the quarters, to let him rest for a bit, to give him food, as Iris herself will plan her next attack. Ofc, the twins being her next target. She already has Zekrom with her, already fused with Kyurem. Now she only needs Reshiram, and soon she'll have the Original Dragon by her side, submitting to her commands.

Soon, she'll show them just who the God of Fate truly is.

[alolanrain]

Wing ash helping to spread pride month with ho oh since ho oh have rainbow affect and ash wings become rainbow wings, many peoples ask ash is he gay or supporting pride month

It’s the biggest pride fest yet, Ho oh had even shown up and that made Ash’s wing’s visibly shift, and Ash was living.

Lance was a bit a head of him, on his own pride float with some other League members who are Bisexual. his three Dragonairs lazily circled above and Ho oh, who had settled on Ash’s float that represent people who are questioning/don’t identify with labels, cooed at the dragons before bending down and nosing at Ash’s shoulders between his wings.

Flexing his wings out the rainbow edging didnt compare with Ho oh’s more vibrant colors added on to the sparkles that fell from the legenadry’s wings. It didn’t really matter to Ash he was just happy that the festival and the float parade is going along smoothly and the majority of people were having an awesome time.

And the people who weren’t were the homophobic, transphobic, literally almost every LGBTQ+ phobic. Rallying behind fences and walls made to block them off and yelling at police that where there to oversee the festivities. Signs filled with hate and slurs aimed at the happy people in the other side of the walls. They were being unusually quite though this time around. Probably because one of their Gods was actually taking part and wasn’t being a hermit in her cave.

“I forget sometimes,” Ho oh cooed, eyeing the slight mass of people dressed in black and white on the other side with beady eyes, “how some humans can twist and turn the words of our father and hate on each other to the point of rallying for their deaths.”

Ash hummed. Eyes going soft when he saw a group of small children, barely four from what he could make out from the mass of adults, press themselves against the fence and stare back at Ash in open awe. Their barely feathered wings drooling or raised. Ash waved and smiled, eyes twinkling in mirth as one of them waved back and the kids wings shuttered a little in excitement and shock. Hate was always taught young, may it be by themselves or by a person in their life, It was still forever taught in those few precious years where everything is big and scary.

The group of kids were pulled back into the group of angry and almost mostly quite protesters by what Ash would assume their parents or guardian. Instead they placed a group of angry old white Unovian descendentlooking men who crossed their arms and snarled at Ash. Their wings already molting for the last time and bald spots could be seen but nonetheless they spread them out as much as the crowd behind them and the tall fence jnfront of them could.

Ash in turn spread his own giant wings. His body looking comically small in their fluffiness and size. Ho oh had let out a louder cry, one in victory, that made people flinch on both sides and step back in shock. Ash would see the thousands if not millions of taken pictures later all over his social feeds. He would be standing in the front of the float, the only human on it at the moment in time because a lot of league members couldn’t make it much to their disappointment, wings streatched out to the point they were almost shaking with tension.

Large. Fluffy. Colorful. Stunning. Friendly. Dangerous.

People had already started calling him their Gaurdian Angel, much to the other Champions amusement, for more then just being part of the LGBTQ+ community. Ash has spoken up about not wanting to label himself because none of them had ‘fit right’ in his mind and heart or that he was still questioning himself. Soon Ash’s wings were apart of a new LGBTQ+ flag for still questioning/unlabeled people that weren’t inherently straight, overall kind of an ‘umbrella’ flag for everyone. The flag itself is just his black wings with rainbow edging, so what he gets when he’s near or next to Ho oh, on a gray background. Simple and easy in his opinion and from the majority of the community as well.

Back to the pride itself, the kids were running by on the side walk and Ash could smell dozens of restaurants and street vendors selling to people. Maybe later he can snag Lance and Wallace, who was behind him two floats down next to Professor Sycamore and Professor Rowen on the gay float, and go get a second lunch-early first dinner. Ho oh would have gone and disappear back to her home in the mountains. Far away from any humans and to regain her energy before Ash would seek her out later to fully thank Ho oh for coming to the humans festival. 

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February Wrap Up

Despite being the shortest month of the year, I read 7 books and 10 graphic novels, or 17 things in total. It was also another month where I read a lot of diverse genres: I read 10 contemporaries, 4 of which were thriller/mysteries, and 6 of which were romance; 4 sci-fi, 1 speculative historical romance, 1 fantasy romance and 1 historical fantasy. Instead of doing highest to lowest, since I have so many graphic novels and some are part of the same series, I decided to group them by the date read, so without further ado, let’s get into it.

Fence vol. 1-3 by C S Pacat and Joanna the Mad (3, 4, 3 stars)

I wanted to read this series for a while, and I finally binged it this February. Fence follows Nicholas, a young fencer with a complicated past and poor background who comes to Kings Row, a school with the fourth best fencing programs in the country. There, to his shock he finds Senji, a junior champion with Olympic aspirations; and the two can’t stand each-other.

This series is just a whole lot of fun. It’s written like a Western style sports anime/manga, and Joanna the Mad’s artstyle is very reminiscent of manga, with lots of action line, pretty boys and expressive, large eyes. The first volume is a fine set up of Nicholas’ first confrontation with Senj, and arriving at the school, while the second and third volume deal with the qualifications at the school for who will make the fencing team. As Nick is on an athletic scholarship, he has to qualify or he gets kicked out, but like many of these series go, he has some stiff competition, and develops friendships with said competition.

I really enjoyed the dynamic between all the characters, especially Senji and Nicholas, and if you’re a fan of sports anime, cute queer comics, or painfully slow-burn enemies to lovers stories, check this out.

Check, Please! Year 3 by Ngozi Ukazu (4 stars)

The first thing I read in February was the third volume of Check, Please! This was as cute as the previous 2 volumes, as it follows Bittie’s third year in college. What struck out to me upon rereading this specific year, is that it actually has way more angst and conflict than I remember it having; there’s a lot here about Bittie and Jack coming to terms with not just their long distance relationship, but also coming out and finding acceptance within the confines of a major sports league like the NHL. It also deals a lot with Bittie coming to terms with the hockey team changing as Ransom, Holster and Lardo graduate. Overall, a good continuation of the story.

Deadly Class vol 1-2 by Rick Remender and Wes Craig (3, 2, 2 stars)

Deadly Class is a series that if I had started reading when I was in late high school, early college, I know I would have loved. However now, as an adult, I find it grating, pretentious, and far too extreme for no real reason. The story aspects that I liked the most, I’ve also already seen or read in far better works; it doesn’t help that up to volume 3, there are only 2 characters left that I remotely care about, and one of them just got introduced in that volume.

The series follows a group of kids who go to an elite training school for assassins. We mostly follow Marcus, the son of a Nicaraguan expats, who ends up at the school after he meets Saya and a few of the other students during a stick up. Though the first volume started out promising, volumes 2 and 3 kept getting less and less good, and unless something drastically changes in my life, I can’t see myself continuing on with this series.

Contagion by Erin Bowman (3 stars)

This is a sci-fi book set in the near-distant future, and it follows the crew of Odyssey, a research vessel that is sent to Black Quarry to investigate a distress signal. Once there, the crew realizes that something bad has happened, as they find bodies and a potentially deadly thing haunting them; and the mysterious ‘young boy’ the engineer of Black Quarry warns them about is not making matters any easier.

This was a rather mediocre sci-fi, but I still enjoyed it. As it’s part of a duology I will definitely be finishing the story out, but as is it doesn’t do too much with this well-tread premise. Bowman does have a good grasp on action and suspense, but a lot of the character decisions in the novel were akin to ones characters in Blumhouse horrors make, and considering most of them are some form of scientists, that wasn’t an ideal route to take. Still if you enjoy stories about aliens, sentient viruses, isolated space incidents and horror, it’s worth checking out.

Prince Charming by Rachel Hawkins (4 stars)

This is the first book in a series of contemporary romances, all centering around the fiction crown family of Scotland. In this first novel we follow Daisy, the younger sister of Eli, who gets engaged to Andrew, the Crown Prince of Scotland. After an incident in a parking lot with her ex, Daisy gets blackmailed into spending the summer in Scotland with her sister and fiance, and get acquainted with the royal family; cue shenanigans, romance and lots of sisterly yelling.

I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this book; it was very funny and entertaining, and I haven’t related to a characters quite like I did to Daisy, since Princess Mia Thermopolis. While there are some tropes these stories tend to have, Hawkins manages to avoid a lot of the cliches, and she actually has some really good commentary on the economy of the royal family, the outdated and outright sexist traditions, the close-mindedness, and the prejudice that both sides are steeped in at the start. I found the romance very cute, the shenanigans were funny and entertaining, and I will definitely be reading the sequel.

Heart of Gold Part 1 by Eli and Viv (4 stars)

This is an webcomic that I stumbled onto by complete accident, but it blew me away. It follows Ionel, a concert pianist who is slowly losing his sight, and Kasper a priest with the power to heal people. Ionel moves to the small town and starts attending mass, in hopes that Kasper will heal him, but every time it gets close to, or his turn, Kasper refuses to help him. Through his attendance, the two become close, with Kasper seeming to have a crisis of faith, all while people from the town start dying; and they might be connected to Kasper.

This comic drew me in almost immediately. The art is absolutely beautiful, and it’s hard to believe that this is a free web comic. The story too is very mature and interesting; it deals a lot with religion, faith, and sacrifice, and the slow build of Isonel and Kaspar’s relationship feels very natural. I can’t wait for Act 2, and I’m really hoping the answers to what is happening in the town deliver on the build up we’ve gotten so far.

Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson (3 stars)

I heard about this book a lot when it came out, and I decided to check it out, since it’s a mystery following a girl who wants to become an FBI agent, coming to Ellingham Academy, a Montessori type private school, to solve an old cold case; that of the founder, Albert Ellingham’s daughter’s kidnapping.

I won’t lie; this book did not live up to the hype for me, though it was entertaining. I have a much longer and more detailed review of why, but it mostly boiled down to a few things. First, I didn’t like that it ends of a cliffhanger, and we get no answers; this is a bit odd for a mystery, especially a series which has more than two books. Second, I thought the way the past and present mystery connected wasn’t very well done, and I kept losing interest in the past, because of the way the book was written. And finally, I found some of the writing dry and lacking in proper atmosphere.

However, I still enjoyed the story, and the main character of Steve, and I will probably read the sequel, since I still want to know what happens.

S.T.A.G.S. by M A Bennet (3 stars)

S.T.A.G.S. is a British thriller, set in Saint Aidan the Great’s School or STAGS, a private boarding school with a long tradition. When new student Greer gets invited to a weekend of huntin, shootin, fishin at the estate of the leader of the most popular clique in the school, Henry, she accepts, not knowing what waits for her; and what does is a nightmare that might turn deadly, where the hunting, shooting, and fishing, might be a little too real and dangerous.  

I really enjoyed this thriller; I thought it was entertaining, fast paced and had a plot that kept me invested to the end. I also weirdly enjoyed the subtle romance between two of the characters, which isn’t often the case.

However, this book isn’t without it’s problems. The ending is a bit predictable, and having seen the Riot Club, I knew what I was getting into, in terms of what the weekend actually entailed. I also found that the book lacked a lot of tension, because we found out early on who lives through it. However, it was still enjoyable, and if you like these types of thrillers set in boarding schools or private estates, I think you will enjoy this one.

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson (4 stars)

Like Prince Charming before, I was genuinely surprised at how much I ended up enjoying this book, because when I started it, I was really caught off guard by the humor. However, once I got used to it, this became one of the funniest things I read this month.

Undead Girl Gang is a horror/comedy that follows Mila, a Mexican-American teenager who practices Wicca. After her best friend Riley supposedly commits suicide, just a week after a double suicide of two of her other classmates, Mila decides to perform a spell and bring Riley back; but instead she brings all three of the girls back. The problem? They can’t stand each-other, and if they don’t want to be walking zombies, they need to stay within a 100 steps of Mila.

This book was hilarious and very dark. I really enjoyed all the relationships between the girls, and I found the look at grief very well done and moving. The ending was climactic, and the conclusions Mila comes to worked well for me; if you enjoyed the Craft, Mean Girls or Heathers, check this out, you will probably like it.

Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi (5 stars)

This was by far my favorite thing I read this month. I struggled writing a review for it, because I just didn’t know how to talk about it without just relegating to spoilers and gushing about the characters and the puzzles. It’s a book that follows a group of thieves, who steal magical artifacts, each with their own motivations and goals. When they steal a magical Chinese compass, the discover that it leads them to a Horus Eye; an artifact so powerful it can show them the way to the fabled Fragment of Babel.

It’s the Mummy, mixed with National Treasure, mixed with Ocean’s 11. It’s fun heist story, set during the Exposition Universelle, and if you are like me at all and like any of these things, you will love this book.

Sleepless vol. 1 by Sarah Vaughan (4 stars)

This was probably my favorite of the graphic novels I read; it’s a fantasy that follows Poppy, the illegitimate daughter of a King, and a famous star reader. When her father the King dies, Poppy is forced to navigate court life, as his brother takes the throne, but things become increasingly hard as several assassination attempts are made, and her Sleepless protector Cyrenic starts drifting.

There’s just something about this series that ticks all my boxes. The art is absolutely gorgeous, the story is interesting and a bit different from the usual fantasy I read, and the Sleepless vow is a very unique type of magic. To top it off, I really like the two leads, Poppy and Cyrenic and I’m curious to see what turn the story will take after the ending we get in issue 6.

Motor Crush vol. 1 by Brenden Fletcher (3 stars)

I’ve been meaning to start this series for a while, and I finally did in February, and man was it a great time to do this, fresh after seeing Battle Angel Alita.

This follows Domino, a bike racer, who is trying to make it big and qualify for the world circuit. However, to survive she needs Crash, an illegal substance that is used to fuel the bikes in this universe, but she needs to inhale it. Through the first volume we find out a bit about her mysterious past, her ex-girlfriend Lola, and a man who seems to either want to help her or kill her; all while she races to win the qualifications and the Crash.

This series was a fun, fast paced ride, but it’s not without its problems. The art is beautiful, but the story needs some more polishing; there’s too many plot threads and not enough time to develop them. I can’t imagine how things will resolve in the next volume after that climax, but I will definitely be continuing it; the world was gripping enough to have me enjoy it, and Domino was a character I definitely rooted for.

Umbrella Academy vol. 1 by Gerard Way (3 stars)

Since the show is all anyone talks about, I decided to finally start this series and boy is it cooky. We follow the Umbrella Academy, a group of 7, who were adopted by a crazy millionaire savant Reginald Hargreeves, after being born in a spontaneous event all over the world where 48 mothers gave birth. Hargreeves trains the kids to stop the apocalypse, and now 10 years after his death brings 6 of the 7 back to his house, unaware that the apocalypse is here; and it’s a direct consequence of their reunification.

There is a lot of good and a lot of weird in this series. The characters have glimpses of interesting personalities and the idea of 7 kids being raised from birth to be superheroes by a man who is a British version of Ra’s al Ghul is interesting. But unfortunately the series doesn’t fully explore this, and the ending is really abrupt. The humor is quirky, and sometimes it works, but more often it makes the tone weirdly uneven, as we swing from graphic, albeit cartoon violence to slapstick. I think the show does a much better job with the tone, and while this first volume gets a lot right, it’s by no means perfect.

Sadie by Courtney Summers (4 stars) 

This was by far the hardest book I’ve read in a long time. It’s a mystery that follows Sadie, a girl who disappears after her younger sister is brutally assaulted and murdered; and West McCray, a podcast host who is retracing her steps, trying to find her. It’s a book about grief, assault, pedophilia, violence and the lies we tell ourselves so we don’t have to think about what happens to girls in this world, and it’s dower, dreary and oh so real. It made me feel things I don’t normally do when I read, and if you can stomach the content, I recommend it. If you can, get the audiobook; it’s a full cast and the podcast bits are done like a real podcast, which makes the story feel that much more immersive.   

The Disasters by M K England (5 stars)

I needed something light and fun after the last two things I read in February, and this was the perfect way to end my month. This was my favorite book I read so far, maybe even more than the Gilded Wolves. It’s a sci-fi that follows a group of 4 rejects from Space Academy who have to work together to survive a terrorist attack, and prevent another one from happening. It’s fast paced, incredibly entertaining, and I fell in love with all the characters.

I absolutely cannot wait for whatever else M K England publishes, and I loved this to pieces.  

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The 30 Things I Learned By The Age Of 30

check it out @ https://tuthillscopes.com/the-30-things-i-learned-by-the-age-of-30/

The 30 Things I Learned By The Age Of 30

My make an effort to convey the understanding Ive acquired previously 3 decades, has shown to be tougher than initially anticipated. It was not simply dependent on listing a number of learning, but prioritising deciding on probably the most critical ones, which have created a lengthy-lasting imprint on me and also have formed my persona in the manner people and that i recognise it today.

Captured, I visited the greatest mosaic museum on the planet known as the Zeugma museum in Gaziantep, Poultry. I recall on that day, after i lurched among the traditional ruins gloriously erected, I almost felt like travelling back in its history. Every mosaic told a tale every coloured stone symbolized an instalment, that when put together, recreated an entire era.

When I was approaching 30, a cascade of questions and solutions was triggered within my mind. What have I learned previously 3 decades? Have I learned anything more? I reflected, dug up hidden recollections, relived vivid souvenirs, so that they can recreate the mosaic of my very own existence.

1. Things are transient.

Like lots of people, I increased up believing in eternity. Eternal existence, eternal love, and eternal happiness are the eternals I aspired to achieve. Whether instigated by religion or fear, eternity is really a myth, a phantom we secretly nurture within the shadows in our ideas, wishing itll become real eventually. This is exactly what my recurring losses helped me understand. My existence occasions were really like waves where I surfed, just for a short while. All of them hit my inner shores eventually, and disappeared within the sands of my recollections. Several things remained, yes, however they weren’t exactly the same again. Things are temporary. Dont you believe?

2. The grass isnt greener on the other hand.

We spend a lot of our time wanting to have what we should do not have. If there exists a garden, get married want a forest, and there exists a forest, get married want a jungle, and when there exists a jungle, well, get married want an outdoor. We believe that other bands life is better. We believe their moon is definitely full as well as their stars will always be better. I personally, wasn’t safe from this type of demeanour. But oh how mistaken we’re! Dont we all know that everyone has an encumbrance to hold, that people each one is soldiers of existence fighting a fight nobody knows of? I learned to invest time watering my inner garden and sowing my very own seeds. In the end, our vegetation is all prone to droughts and worms, regardless of by which land they grow. Grass is grass.

3. The ego is really a weapon of mass destruction.

I increased in a culture that constantly attempts to prove itself. Held in challenging between conservatism and liberalism, we constantly look for a name that defines us, and reclaim the lost bits of ourselves scattered between your East and also the West. This can be more pronounced within my culture compared to others, however i dare say it is not uncommon to anybody. Dont all of us attempt to prove ourselves in lots of ways? Dont everybody wants to demonstrate we exist? This really is known as ego. A dominating energy that reflects our need to impose, conquer, overtake, and win. I personally, fell prey to my ego many occasions. Pride, arrogance, and pretension are signs and symptoms of the magnified I and major hurdles to achieving ones full potential. Our ego destroys us, destroys others, and blinds us. I learned to become more humble, more loving, to compromise, and also to forgive. In a nutshell, I learned to determine more with me for it is just using the heart that you can see appropriately what’s essential is invisible towards the eye.

4. Kindness is really a weapon of mass construction.

Are we able to all recall a period when weve been mistreated? It takes place nearly anywhere: at the office, in your own home, around the roads, as well as in our social circles. Doesnt it? Mistreatment is a kind of violence that fuels the demons of revenge laying dormant beneath our ego. Our reactions frequently mention similar amounts of anger, abuse, and harshness. Ive done that the couple of occasions, until I finally learned to target your product more frequently. Being kind one of the baby wolves is neither cowardice nor weakness, as our ego falsely signifies. Kindness is really a weapon of mass construction, the best expression of maturity and knowledge. It rebuilds the dismantled bits of love, restores ones dignity, and soothes the hardest emotional wounds. Visiting consider it, kindness happens to be rewarding in my experience and it has always done me justice. So regardless of how strong the need to harm or destroy another may be, I learned to allow kindness prevail, because its only then that i’m a champion.

5. Locating a lifetime partner isn’t a pre-requisite for happiness.

We reside in a world where finding our spouse is regarded as essential, a supreme goal by itself. The majority of us recognize the eternal symphony and it is traditional movements sang everywhere: locating the (right) one, marriage, and getting children. While with a this can be a secret recipe for happiness, in my experience its known as noise, an annoying resonance without anyone’s knowledge. I learned how to disregard it. Actually, I realized which i met many ones, but these were okay. Simply because they didnt stay, doesnt mean these were wrong. With time, I learned to write my very own sonata and produced different movements. I known as them self-sufficiency, autonomy, freedom, and independence. I’m each one of these four. I’m grounded. I’m proud.

6. Happiness hides in tiny problems.

After I was more youthful, I produced a picture of myself at age 30 that is today a black and white-colored picture resting within the album of my memory. I stored it there purposefully to help remind me of methods far I had been from reality. All of the expectations and hopes I’d for which a contented existence appears like were just a fantasy. For the reason that photo, I had been posing having a husband and three children, all whom I havent met yet. My existence today is basically traditional. It doesnt meet our societys minimum standards of the happy existence. But oh how wealthy I’m! How free and lucky I’m to see adventures unusual and moments of infinite pleasure! I discovered happiness in tiny problems: within the corners of coffee houses, in a single type of a magazine, in greeting a destitute, in exchanging a grin having a stranger, in wandering in an exceedingly old castle. We do not need to follow along with the norms. We do not need be conventional. Browse around! Happiness hides in tiny problems.

7. Things are poisonous, there is nothing poisonous, it’s all dependent on dose.

This learning dates back to my chemistry class in class. I did not know in those days that it is a philosophy I ought to apply in every aspect of my existence. It’s known as moderation, an important component in my equilibrium. Moderation for each other, in fun, in ambitions, brings inner peace even going to probably the most turbulent souls. It’s stored me solidly grounded and stable. I notice that almost all people find it difficult to keep things in balance and therefore are very likely towards extreme opposing rods. They either come with an overdose of all things or choose not to taste anything. This really is possibly why my pace can’t be synchronised using the majority. My irritation doesnt originate from the things they say or do, but exactly how frequently they are saying the things they say or attempt what they are doing. An excessive amount of love can suffocate, while not enough love can result in starvation. I learned to like sufficient, have some fun sufficient, cry sufficient, and become sufficient.

8. Persistence is really a virtue.

I’m an impatient person. I live more later on compared to present. My imagination is definitely racing as time passes. I paint images of the flowers thatll grow next spring. I’ve found waiting to be really hard. Irrrve never got accustomed to its bitterness. I believe waiting is probably the heaviest burden borne through the spirit. Yet, waiting is inevitable. Searching back inside my existence, I understand that the great stuff that became of me found an effective solution after lengthy periods of waiting. It is a fact these periods were intercepted with bouts of eagerness, however they were developed, formed, and polished by persistence. The questions that when tormented me about love, friendship, careers, self-worth yet others, all found their solutions within my persistence. It may be true in the end so good things arrived at individuals who wait.

9. Top quality relationships matter.

This can be a little scientific but research has proven so good quality relationships are connected with better health outcomes, which is not only health. Loneliness for example increases the chance of depression and it is connected having a lower existence expectancy. The findings from the Harvard Study of Adult Development lately presented on TEDx confirmed an old knowledge everyone knows. The research viewed the lives of individuals for more than 75 many figured that good relationships stop us more happy and healthier. I learned to nurture the relationships I’ve, to safeguard and safeguard them. I still dislike the abundance of individuals within my existence. I do not have neither time, nor energy, nor hunger to gather buddies and acquaintances. I’m just happy and grateful using the couple of ones I’ve.

10. We accept the romance we believe we deserve.

Approximately Ive heard for many years not understanding what this signifies exactly. Ive recognized mistreatments many occasions. I wept because of it many occasions. Yet Ive built the same choices repeatedly. So why do we re-engage, again and again, in encounters that when made us suffer? Today the solution may come as clearly as always: because we dont think we deserve better. With time, I learned to understand myself, value myself, respect myself, love myself, and it is only then, only if I saw how worthy I’m, that my choices grew to become rightful, healthier, nurturing, and enriching. I actually do deserve a great existence. You do too. I actually do should be loved. You do too. I actually do should be treated well. You do too. Today, I’ll never accept anything less. Which means you will.

11. Studying is definitely an antidote to mediocrity.

Possibly for this reason the world is mediocre. I had been oblivious towards the miraculous results of books for many years until I’d my very own space. I stepped in to the mystical realm of books and enjoyed swimming within an sea made from ink with waves made from ideas. Each time I open a magazine, Personally i think like lifting a curtain from my soul. And each time I close a magazine, I understand that i’m a measure nearer to myself. I found that studying cures loneliness, solutions our most complex questions, transcends distance and time, and unites us with humanity, history, space, and also the future.

12. Many people are hungry for love.

Have you been verbally or emotionally mistreated? Well, I’ve. Although me hasn’t become safe from negativity, hurtful language, unkindness, and cruel conduct, Ive learned something which eventually altered my perception towards such absolutely common behaviours. I have faith that behind every negative comment, every wounding word, every insensitive gesture, there’s somebody who hasnt been loved enough. Exactly what a pity! The number of people crave to become loved yet never admit so! The possible lack of love should have produced a massive painful void within the soul. In my opinion everyone has a bird inside ourselves. When loved enough, the bird flaps its wings and fly. So when not, it uses its beak to eliminate. Things I learned, would be to always do my favorite to like that bird.

13. Silence is healing.

Possibly for this reason the world is really ill. My culture loves noise. Laughs are loud, greetings are loud, farewells are loud, everything howls. There’s surely grounds why many people hide behind the noise. Will we know what it’s? I believe to prevent silence. Alone, people can hear themselves and theyre very frequently scared to pay attention. Silence is sort of a stream of freshwater running within the spirit, and filling the cracks produced by noise having a soothing tranquility. Silence heals, clears up confusions, rectifies prejudices, brushes from the remains of uncertainty, and brings people nearer to one another. I learned to hear the seem of silence. Silence is really a story teller, a counsellor, along with a friend.

14. Between love and hate, indifference may be the worst.

There’s nothing worse than being stuck inside a condition of nothingness. A condition in which you feel neither hot nor cold, neither excited nor tired, neither interested nor bored, neither happy nor sad, neither calm nor angry. You float inside a vacuum that is filled with oxygen yet without any existence, filled with space, yet without any freedom, filled with silence, yet without any peace. Will we exist simply because the problem creating your body is alive? Or does existence exceed the problem, beyond survival, where the soul vibrates, sings, loves and hates all simultaneously? I exist after i love, after i hate. I exist since i feel. Indifference is dying.

15. A job is simply a job.

A lot of us operate in jobs it normally won’t like. We invest a lot of our time, mental, intellectual and emotional energy at work. We project our whole being and obtain compensated for this in the finish from the month. At the office we like, we envy, we seek attention, we yell, we agonise, we bare burdens, because many of us are humans wherever we’re. However, we frequently neglect to recognise that everyone has potentials past the work we all do, the task we perform, and also the salary we obtain. Employment is simply a job. We’re even more than that. Many people think I’m able to alter the world because Im a humanitarian worker. It normally won’t realize that Ive altered the planet a lot more outdoors my job: in your own home, on the telephone, inside a pub, in in person conversations, in coffee breaks, within my dreams. My job is simply a job and i’m even more than that.

16. Its never far too late to alter a existence path.

The conviction our existence path is sort of a ladder we have to climb requires a very straight line method of existence, a trail that can take you against One place to another inside a straight line. The truth however is extremely different. Many lines intersect, bend, elongate, as well as shrink to almost only a point. This is the way my existence continues to be to date. An elaborate geometry with multiple beginning points, endings, parallels, and spirals. As Im continuing to move forward, unwrapping my inner gifts and starting to warm up within my passion flames, Im finding who I truly am and just what I truly want. Now i realize that basically awaken eventually and choose to stop, I’ll quit. Its never far too late to veer, never far too late to alter directions. I it’s still carrying out a line, a line that me will draw, and that i know, insidewithin all, this line won’t be straight line.

17. Every the truth is wrong, every the truth is right.

Individuals are a mix of rainbows and water. A variety of mellow colours that will get either diluted or saturated with values, opinions, perceptions, and attitudes, throughout the path of their lives. This eclectic nature to be engenders multiple realities which are faithfully recognized by its creators, by us. People have realities that appear to be to them but wrong to other people, acceptable for them but dejected by others. Ive requested myself: why is yet another right compared to other? What truth can there be when all facts hold in keeping with one individual a minimum of? I found that everything could be right and everything could be wrong. The treatment depends on whos knowing.

18. Promises are simpler damaged than satisfied.

I learned to vow absolutely nothing to nobody. Why would I invest in the next that falls completely outdoors of my control? We frequently underestimate the strength of words stated today not realising that theyll have a big responsibility tomorrow. We enjoy playing methods using the future by imagining it, fantasising about this, creating and re-allowing the finish results. After which what goes on when its there? Thanks for visiting the land of disappointments! Our promises are words that point at random and playfully rearranges until another chapter is created, another meaning is fathomed and also the promise is totally damaged.

19. We’re more fragile than we believe.

You will find moments in existence when everything appears to become all right, once the forces of nature appear to become directed for the center maintaining an account balance, an equilibrium. Then out of the blue, from the tender placidity in our being, increases a turbulent whirlwind: breakdowns in relationships, divorces, deaths, rejections, disappointments Moods begin to swing, ideas dismantle, concepts collapse, promises break, infidelities erupt, so we lose balance. The self-portrait we once colored that demonstrated an invincible persona, all of a sudden loses these very traits among the transformation in our existence occasions. Then we remember how fragile we’re. We remember how delicate orchids could be. We remember that we’re breakable. We remember, the intolerable lightness of (our) being.

20. Concepts must only be forged with experience.

I learned never to bind myself to some principle by which I havent tested my temptations yet. This realisation came once i broke many concepts I remember when i thought are unshakable. Ive learned to eliminate and rebuild my concepts with experience. As time passes, I learned to calibrate the right amounts of right and wrong, those that I judge as acceptable in my experience. I forged new methods for thinking. I defined my values. And it is only then, which i could articulate what my concepts are.

21. Some chaos is essential.

I originate from a culture adorned by chaos. Even our breathes are chaotic and lack rhythm. You are able to argue its pollution I believe its fear. 2 yrs ago, I became a member of a culture that loves discipline. Things are very newly made: the roads, a persons behaviours, not to mention The Machine. Getting experienced the 2 sides from the discipline gold coin, I deducted that some chaos is essential. It boosts creativeness, gives ample space that people think, to do something differently, to generate different solutions. Tough rules, systemisation, policies, and automation would be the opponents of creativeness. Chaos is symbolic of existence. You’ll want chaos inside you to provide birth to some dancing star. Now we all know why each time I consider the sky, all I see are shooting stars.

22. Magic is real.

Do you experience feeling at occasions our world talks to us inside a mysterious code that we’re not able to fathom right into a obvious language? The greater the year progresses, the greater I’ve found myself searching in the world with reverence and awe. How small we’re within this infinite world! Were finite entities within an infinite world! It is true that people arrived at a good degree of understanding in cosmology, physics, mathematics, and biology, yet there are plenty of things we still have no idea. Our world is outstanding! How about the notions of future, serendipity, significant coincidences, synchronicities? My existence continues to be filled with such mysterious occasions. In my opinion in magic. In my opinion magic is real.

23. Whether it doesnt feel right, then it’s wrong.

We sometimes choose to move within our existence. We elect to simply do it now, because everything around us informs us its right. We believe and re-think concerning the whole scenario, analyse it, link the reasons towards the effects, but, regardless of how coherent and logical all of the data appears to become, something (inexplicable) leaves us worried and doubtful. Will it seem familiar? Well, it’s certainly in my experience! I’d describe this something like a tickle within my heart, just a little vibration within my beats unusual. And That I feel it, regardless of how low the regularity is. I learned to believe my intuition and listen more to my inner voice. I found that its the one which informs the reality.

24. Sometimes, when walking you’re ready to move ahead.

Throughout my walk of existence, there have been occasions after i stopped for any (lengthy) while and permitted me to land, beat harder, and obtain attached. Get mounted on what? To individuals, objects, places, comfort zones After which I acquired stuck. This is exactly what attachments do, dont you believe? They wreck havoc on space and time dimensions, disorient us, and then leave us lost inside a circle dancing tango alone! Sometimes, its only when walking away that people can re-established our space and time coordinates. It requires time, courage, along with a strong will to allow go, but eventually, the show must continue.

25. Art is really a language we ought to learn.

It required me time for you to comprehend the language of art. Much like silence, art includes a healing power. Painting, writing, dancing, sculpting, all speak an identical language: the word what of beauty, spirituality, and existence. Museums in my experience are just like sacred temples. Fortunate are the pious who bow with admiration to the good thing about art! Let’s stand still and marvel in the strategies of a painting! Let’s permit the silence in colours brush-off the noises within our heads! A global without art is sort of a desert without sand: lonely and incomplete. So let’s rejoice!

26. It’s how it’s.

Why do you consider heaven is blue? Why the shades don’t have any smell? Why the sounds can’t be seen? Well, since it is how it’s. How frequently will we find ourselves lost within the maze of existence occasions, being unsure of the why and how, the reason and also the effect? We have seen people die every single day without no reason. We have seen people split up, marry, be sad, laugh, fall, fully stand up so we just have no idea why and how. As time progresses, we accept to reside with this particular mystery. We believe that some questions don’t have any solutions. Actually, we accept silence to become our perfect solution. A cigar is simply a cigar, which is all we have to know.

27. Its not necessary lots of money to become happy.

In situation we havent observed yet, many of us are slaves of consumerism. Income generating keeps climbing the ladder in our priorities, less by readiness as by sheer necessity. I acknowledge we all do take some money to reside a good existence where our rents are covered, our bills are compensated, our meals are provided, or perhaps our travels plans are guaranteed. However when I browse around me and then try to understand the unhappiness in peoples eyes, such things as low self-worth, anxiety about closeness, a desire to become understood, a have to be loved, a requirement to become recognised, a dissatisfaction using the present, a shyness to exhibit the actual self, a wish to bond using the other Theyre everything that cant be purchased by money yet are must be happy.

28. That which you resist persists.

Sometimes, when our emotional buttons are pressed because of say, dying of the closed one, rejection with a partner, or perhaps a tough conversation, we either deny or confront individuals very bitter and acidic feelings bubbling inside ourselves. But dont you are feeling its sometimes larger than you? Dont you are feeling it does not matter how you strive to get rid of that bitterness, the after taste remains lengthy following the incident? I learned to neither deny nor confront, but to embrace. I learned to embrace my sadness and accept it, until sadness itself dissolves within the warmth from the embrace, and finally, evaporates.

29. We’re good naturally but corrupted by society.

This can be a philosophy by J.J. Rousseau that goes back towards the 1700s. I’m a believer from it. In my opinion individuals are born good, until they become layer makers. Exactly what a masquerade we reside in! Individuals have become too busy building and embellishing their layers: layers of power, fear, hesitation, take your pick. Its an enormous amount of fake smiles instead of genuine tears. A global where praise is articulated within the most polite and formal manner, instead of through eyes sparkling with admiration. People learned how you can breathe behind masks. I found that the planet around use is a fantasy.

30. My 30 training are basically static.

I’m a flower that withers within the wind, blooms under the sun, hides within the snow, dies within the desert. My existence is a cycle of seasons that is inconsistent, every occasionally. If the is true, then how do i not change, transform, mutate, collapse, get restored, almost constantly? When the world is dynamic, infinitely expanding and contracting, then how do i not dance by using it? How do i take everything I distributed to you as static? My 30 training are basically static. They’ll change, transform, mutate, collapse, get restored, almost constantly. Captured, I visited the greatest mosaic museum on the planet. Now I recall the mosaics I loved probably the most, would be the people that are partially erased, those whose colours happen to be partially altered. Theyre those that have bore the traces of your time. Now we all know that in another 3 decades, this really is how my mosaic is going to be.

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