I get blown away every time I read this paragraph by Carl Jung:
โTo love someone else is easy, but to love what you are, the thing that is yourself, is just as if you were embracing a glowing red-hot iron: it burns into you and that is very painful. Therefore, to love somebody else in the first place is always an escape which we all hope for, and we all enjoy it when we are capable of it. But in the long run, it comes back on us. You cannot stay away from yourself forever, you have to return, have to come to that experiment, to know whether you really can love. That is the question-whether you can love yourself, and that will be the test.โ
People who reach a high level of awareness become unsociable. Crowds drain them. Noise overwhelms them. Small talk feels like work. They chill different. A cozy room. Two people they trust. Good food. Music. Conversations that actually mean something. Thatโs where they feel alive. Depth over noise. Because for them... peace feels like home.
Dark-skinned women deserve safety.
Dark-skinned women deserve freedom.
Dark-skinned women deserve protection.
Dark-skinned women deserve belief.
Dark-skinned women deserve care.
Dark-skinned women deserve justice.
Dark-skinned women deserve to live.
You cannot spend years breaking a child's spirit and then expect a few words in adulthood to repair what took years to destroy. You cannot teach a child to fear your footsteps, your voice, your moods, and your anger, then expect them to see you as a source of comfort later in life