It’s 250 years of freedom for white men only.
It’s 106 years of voting freedom for white women.
It’s 72 years of voting freedom for Asian immigrants.
It’s 61 years of voting freedom for Black people.
It’s 51 years of voting rights for Native Peoples, but we all know that’s a farce when their lands were stripped from them and their ways of life were classified illegal.
It’s 10 years of marriage freedom for queer couples.
It’s 0 years of voting freedom for Puerto Ricans.
BEING SHY RUINS YOUR LIFE
You’re losing opportunities. Wasting potential. Low on energy. No drive. Lacking courage. Living in fear. Fix it. Stop caring about other people’s opinions. Get what you want. Be unapologetic. Don’t ask for permission. Get angry about your life. Start fulfilling your mission. Pursue your goals. Focus on your interests. Confidence will become part of who you are.
Shyness doesn’t decrease with age.
It fades with experience.
The more you master yourself, which is one of the hardest things in life - the more confident you become, and your shyness disappears.
It comes from childhood, where you were taught to always be polite, but that’s not how the real world works.
as a dancer who has worked on her flexibility for years, i swear by these. getting flexible really doesn’t have to be a scary complicated thing, it can be quite simple. do this everyday for 3-6 months and your connective tissue will melt in on itself.
I want people to notice how a lot of these are done naturally by children. Especially the arm swings (as is done when skipping, and some others are done when stimming). Turns out longevity is connected to channeling the mannerisms of the inner child. How cool!
Women get prettier when our nervous system is regulated & we're not living in chronic stress. Longer hair, shinier hair, softer + glowier skin, no bloating, no breakouts, no mood swings. We’re our best version when we rest more, slow down, spend more time in the sun, eat warm foods, dance, frolic... Biologically we're wired to be whimsical
James Robison
What Joyce Carol Oates wrote to Elon Musk on Twitter. I am told it rattled him. I love it.
“So curious that such a wealthy man never posts anything that indicates that he enjoys or is even aware of what virtually everyone appreciates – scenes from nature, pet dog or cat, praise for a movie, music, a book (but doubt that he reads); pride in a friend’s or relative’s accomplishment; condolences for someone who has died; pleasure in sports, acclaim for a favorite team; references to history. In fact he seems totally uneducated, uncultured. The poorest persons on Twitter may have access to more beauty & meaning in life than the ‘most wealthy person in the world.’”
When she was little, this woman used to practice holding her breath and pretending to drown — not for attention, but because she kept having visions of needing to do it one day to survive.
Years later, while swimming in the ocean in Rhode Island, she got caught in a violent riptide and was being slammed into rocks underwater. She held her breath for what felt like forever, and just when she thought she was about to inhale water, she heard a voice in her head say, “Relax your body. I’ll push you out.”
She straightened out, relaxed, and was suddenly shot out of the riptide so hard that she landed on her feet in the shallow water.
She believes her childhood practice — and whatever that voice was — saved her life.
Have you ever had something strange or unexplainable guide or protect you?
There is a dead zone at the mouth of the Mississippi the size of New Jersey. Here is what feeds it.
- Synthetic nitrogen fertiliser, sprayed on the corn belt every year
- The soil cannot hold it all, so the excess washes down to the Gulf
- It feeds algae blooms that strip the water of oxygen
- Almost nothing survives. It hit a record 8,776 square miles in 2017.
- Over 40% of that corn is grown to become ethanol, a fuel additive
Cattle get a documentary made about their burps. The corn monoculture quietly suffocates an area the size of a small state every summer, and keeps its halo.
Here’s some incredible footage captured in Similipal Tiger Reserve, Odisha, India, of a 'black' Tiger marking its territory, one of the rarest big-cat mutations on Earth.
These so-called “black Tigers” aren’t truly melanistic, but carry a genetic glitch that thickens their stripes and darkens their coat until they look almost entirely black.
🎦 Credit: Wonderful Nature.
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A reminder from Atomic Habits by James Clear:
“It doesn't make sense to continue wanting something if you're not willing to do what it takes to get it. If you don't want to live the lifestyle, then release yourself from the desire. To crave the result but not the process is to guarantee disappointment.”
I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.
There was a homeless man who 'camped' in the covered garage where my office was located. You'd see him huddle down for the night, along with his little dog, a small scruffy little terrier mix. When I walked thru the garage on my way to lunch, I would often check to see where he was and then bring him a burger and drink. He always tore the sandwich in half, ate one half and gave the other to his dog. I started bringing him a bag of dry dog food every month and he took great pains to keep it dry. His little dog rode in the child's seat in the grocery cart wherever he went.
One especially cold winter morning, I noticed his dog was missing and he seemed utterly forlorn. I bought him some coffee and he explained how the city rounded up the homeless and took them to the shelter because it was bitterly cold and they took his dog away from him. They took her to the local shelter (no license, no tags, no rabies vaccination). I was appalled.
I took the morning off, picked him up from the garage & drove him to the shelter where we asked to look for his 'lost' dog. When we found her, she put up such a racket of pure joy upon seeing him: yipping, yelping, wiggling uncontrollably. Paws squeezed between chain link trying to touch her master and his fingers stroking her little face.
I paid for her license, basic shots and retrieval fee and he rode back in silence hugging her so tight, I thought he would break her. When we got out, I told him to keep her safe. He hugged me, made Sasha give me a smooch of thanks, and hurried off to where he'd hidden his cart.
I understand the need to keep these souls safe but taking his one undeniable friend -- while legally founded -- was gut wrenchingly wrong on so many other levels.
Any act of kindness can change lives….no matter how great or small.
My Granny once told me something that slapped me right in the face.
She said:
In five years, most of the people you see every day will be strangers again. The coworkers you eat lunch with. The neighbors you wave to. The people you bend yourself into shapes for so things stay "easy."
Not gone. Just... no longer in your orbit. That's how life works. People flow in. People flow out. And you don't get to control who stays. When that really landed, I thought about how much energy I'd spent trying to be liked. How many times I said yes when my body said no. How often I made choices based on who might be disappointed later. And for what? If so many people are only here for a chapter, why do we build our lives around keeping them comfortable? This is your reminder: YOU are allowed to invest YOUR energy where it actually matters. YOU are allowed to build a life that feels good to YOU - even if it doesn't make sense to anyone else. Because in five years, they might be strangers again. But you'll still be here.
If this hit you like it hit me, save it as a reminder to choose yourself.
Jeremy Wade walked into a pool full of piranhas. Here's what happened.
In 1976, a bus crashed into the Amazon River, killing 39 people. By the time rescuers arrived, some bodies were so badly mutilated by piranhas they could only be identified by their clothing.
It became one of the most chilling piranha stories ever told.
But Jeremy Wade, the biologist behind River Monsters, wanted to test the reality behind the legend.
He filled a pool with piranhas. Poured blood into the water. Fed them raw meat on a string right in front of him — just to confirm they were hungry.
Then he climbed in.
The piranhas swam to the other side. Not one touched him.
He did it a second time in open water. Same result.
Peer-reviewed research supports what Wade demonstrated on camera. Of 711 documented piranha attacks on humans in Brazil, over 82% were single defensive bites to the hands or feet — fish protecting a nest, not a feeding frenzy. There is no confirmed case in scientific literature of a healthy, living human being killed and eaten by piranhas.
The victims from that 1976 crash almost certainly drowned first. Piranhas are scavengers. They finished what the river started.
One of nature's most feared predators turns out to be more scared of you than you are of it.
The monster was never the fish. It was the myth.