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When children grow up without that tendency of appreciation, they often cannot understand what their mother has done for them, what their father has done, what their duty is to their friends, to older people, or to their teacher. When they grow up without developing this gratefulness, then the egoistic aspect of their nature naturally develops and becomes a menace. A boy who does not appreciate in his childhood all that his mother has done for him cannot learn to be tender and gentle to his wife, for he should have learned his first lesson with his mother.
Everything that springs up by nature has to be refined, and in its fulfillment it has to become perfect. From childhood, there is a self-asserting tendency in human beings. In the nature of the child, the 'I' is most pronounced, and of everything he possesses he says, 'my.' If this is not changed, if the same attitude persists when that child grows older, he becomes hard to those around him and this 'I' and what he calls 'my' cause difficulties for them all.
The whole of religious, spiritual and philosophical teaching leads us towards the development of the personality. There is something in man that is made by nature, but there is also something that a man himself has to make. Man is born as man, but man develops in order to become human. And if man remains only man as he was born, and the same qualities with which he was born remain undeveloped and unrefined, then he does not fulfill the object of life.
With all the great ones who have come from time to time to this world and whom we recognize as saints and sages, masters, teachers and inspired helpers, it is not always the philosophy they taught, it is not always the dogmas or the form of religion they gave that was of the greatest importance. What was most important was their personality, their person. The teachings of Buddha are held in esteem by many millions; but greater than his teachings was the life he lived and the wisdom he expressed in his life, for therein lies the fulfillment of his message.
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
[h/t Ian Sanders]
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Thank you, i agree w your take on hp. I don't think these poeple know what they're doing when they try to argue in favor of cencorship
I think that is what it is. They genuinely don't understand that what they deem to be bad, irredeemable, and worthy of censorship is not going to be what the government deems to be bad, irredeemable, and worthy of censorship.
And even if someone's idea of what deserves to be censored does happen to line up with what the government has decided deserves to be censored, it is always just a matter of time before they come for what they do love.
The average citizen doesn't control what does and does not get censored, the government does, and I guarantee the government is going to come after gay and trans people long before it comes after bigots, if it ever even does at all.
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"Mothers and Fathers" by Dom Fera is actually something that can be so personal.
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i looked in the mirror for a little too long today. my fingers feathered along my cheek, tracing my features. i don’t quite have my mothers eyes, or my fathers nose. i say quite because they although they are very similar to their creator’s, it doesnt quite fit my face.
i look in the mirror and i don’t see my mother nor my father looking back at me- aren’t children supposed to look like their parents? am i not my mothers child with our shared stubbornness and independence. am i not my fathers anger and love?
perhaps it makes a bit sense, that i look nothing such that is of my creation. i’ve always felt slightly out of place, ever so misunderstood. loved, but never truly liked.
- who am i? what am i to become?
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this life is spent standing close to the edge
they stay
afraid the ceiling is caving in
we stay
in harms way
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PLEASE SIGN AND SHARE IF YOU AGREE 🙏🏻🏆🙏🏻
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son. my son
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The love of a mother
Many times I saw my mother’s face twisted in anguish
In pain I did not comprehend
I saw my father’s smile, marred by anger and resentment
And they poured it all deep into me
With a quick strike of their hands
And now I see that same struggle reflected in the shallow waters where I stand
I fear my father’s love of me
Did much more harm than good
And my mother’s words ring in my ears
“If I could leave I would”
I kick this puddle in the street and ask god to send a flood
To cleanse my soul in suds and foam
To wash me far away
Take me deep into the forest where the beasts will be my home
But god leaves me undelivered
Only static answer back
And I know I’ll be here forever
Trapped inside my mother’s past
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having a threesome is NOT about sexual attraction. it's about recreating and critiquing the nuclear family unit through a post structuralist lens
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it’s the little things that stack up
a little bit here
a bit more there
enough drops will fill a cup
just one more tear
falling in the air
it’ll overflow; drip down the sides
she is a good mother
he is a good father
giving hugs and piggyback rides
until she smothers
and he walks farther
away; deepening the disconnect—
I should leave.
. . .
I am not the child
that they will grieve.
—l.r. cole, “I can’t”
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Sebastiano Ricci :: The Angel Appearing to Hagar and Ishmael, 1726/1727
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A mother may be treated like a criminal for leaving her child alone for five minutes, even if that child’s father has left it alone for several years.
--Mother of All Questions, 2015 or so, and yeah I'm discussing double standards with some of my favorite moms right now
[Rebecca Solnit]
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very beautiful Rose Mother's day drawing for kids
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We found that everything we know
Was counting that the ground moves passionate and slow
We sung a couple honest parables of promise
Hearing words we all missed
That change how they all go
We chose a direction and we ran
We saw a way to bargain with everything we had
We sung a broken series of metaphors and theories
Screaming “Can you hear these?
Tell us we’re not mad”
Then the thunder and water was making us shout
“Guess we’re mothers and fathers, we’ll figure it out”
Stay in bed a bit more
We ain’t found some new shore
We froze in place like it was true
We knew the world had just changed but nothing on it moved
We sung our favorite questions that felt more like confessions
Dodging all the lessons
That we already knew
We fought the weather and the stars
We threatened every fortune that wasn’t in the cards
We sung about our gravestones, crossing different time-zones
People in our old phones
And not caring where they are
Then the thunder and water was making us shout
“Guess we’re mothers and fathers, we’ll figure it out”
Stay in bed a bit more
We ain’t found some new shore
And I, oh I’m trusting in an ancient thing
And I, I gotta be fine holding on a single string
Tied to everything
Tied to everything
We’ll mourn for everything we know
We’ll wonder if the sky moves passionate and slow
We’ll sing a song of leaving, laughing while we’re grieving
Happy to be breathing and certain that we’ll grow
Then thunder and water will make us all shout
“Guess we’re mothers and fathers, we’ll figure it out”
Stay in bed a bit more
We ain’t found some new shore
Mothers and Fathers by Dom Fera, 2019
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