Whose disposition is pleasing to his fellow men

Whose disposition is pleasing to his fellow men

I wonder what he imagines in the darkness, if he even imagines anything at all. His brain doesn’t work like yours or mine; and through everything I’ve never once considered it to be a colorful place. What a cruel joke it would be for a brain, stunted at each mental and biological response we take for granted, to dream in color.

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This One Goes Out To The Fellas

This One Goes Out To The Fellas

So many of the women in my life have confided “me too” to me for years. They’ve been telling it to you, too. Or they’ve been trying to say it. Or they’ve been scared to say it. Or they’ve been exhausted to say it. There’s room for all of us to grow.

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We Do It To Ourselves

We Do It To Ourselves

We are losing the thread. We are being conditioned to lose the thread. We must be more responsible in how we obtain and process our news. We need to stop regurgitating snippets of raw, unprocessed data collected in social media headlines and short TV news segments wedged between commercials for erection pills and eczema creams that cause side effects worse than eczema, and instead synthesize that data into information. We need to stop letting media outlets control the way we think, because while we do have a right to an opinion, that right should only be exercised through the responsible processing of well-sourced, fully-ingested information.

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The Age of Shame and Reason

The Age of Shame and Reason

Shame is the emotion that, as children, guided our moral compass and proved our maturation. When a less evolved classmate attempted to shame a member of your cohort, you found out which kids were made of real stuff by the group that stepped forward and used their voices to decimate the shamer. The act of shaming a person has only one mirror image: the act of kindness. Which side of that equation do you want to be on?

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Have We Met?

Have We Met?

I’m not sure when exactly I noticed it, and it definitely crept up on me. Turns out I’m kind of redoing the last ten years of my life — a do-over of sorts, and so far it’s going pretty well. Surprisingly well.
I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. And now, I feel like I kinda do.

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