“Skin colour becomes irrelevant only after we learn to love ourselves.”
It’s the journey toward loving ourselves that gets so damn complicated.
If we are loving ourselves by denigrating someone else, that’s a viscous kind of self love that turns sour when we have the guts to look in the mirror and describe honestly the person that we see.…
“Skin colour becomes irrelevant only after we learn to love ourselves.”
It’s the journey toward loving ourselves that gets so damn complicated.
If we are loving ourselves by denigrating someone else, that’s a viscous kind of self love that turns sour when we have the guts to look in the mirror and describe honestly the person that we see. The labeling, the twitter mobbing - all that nasty stuff that makes someone else small so we can feel big.
If we are loving ourselves by seeking the best in us and in those around us, it seems like a cleaner and more genuine self-love rooted in our common humanity.
Not easy for sure - we humans harbor our grievances like precious coins we store in the dragons cave and secretly review whenever we feel threatened or wronged. Rising above the petty takes a real act of moral courage and we need to celebrate it when we see it.
To love as a child loves. To live with wonder and happiness. To embrace each day as a new possibility. To share and to strive together to be better.
Clearly I remain an optimist, and part of that rests in thinkers and writers like you, Steve. As long as there are truth tellers that love themselves and are capable of growing past self-hate to self-love, we are evolving.
"It’s the journey toward loving ourselves that gets so damn complicated."
Yes indeed. I think that's why some people choose hating somebody else. It's easier. And distracts attention from their feelings about themselves.
J is deeply insecure about his blackness. We've actually had a number of conversations on the topic. But instead of looking inside for the solution, he searches everywhere around him for something to blame. Sadly, it's easy to see how this will unconsciously damage his son's self-image too.
“Skin colour becomes irrelevant only after we learn to love ourselves.”
It’s the journey toward loving ourselves that gets so damn complicated.
If we are loving ourselves by denigrating someone else, that’s a viscous kind of self love that turns sour when we have the guts to look in the mirror and describe honestly the person that we see. The labeling, the twitter mobbing - all that nasty stuff that makes someone else small so we can feel big.
If we are loving ourselves by seeking the best in us and in those around us, it seems like a cleaner and more genuine self-love rooted in our common humanity.
Not easy for sure - we humans harbor our grievances like precious coins we store in the dragons cave and secretly review whenever we feel threatened or wronged. Rising above the petty takes a real act of moral courage and we need to celebrate it when we see it.
To love as a child loves. To live with wonder and happiness. To embrace each day as a new possibility. To share and to strive together to be better.
Clearly I remain an optimist, and part of that rests in thinkers and writers like you, Steve. As long as there are truth tellers that love themselves and are capable of growing past self-hate to self-love, we are evolving.
"It’s the journey toward loving ourselves that gets so damn complicated."
Yes indeed. I think that's why some people choose hating somebody else. It's easier. And distracts attention from their feelings about themselves.
J is deeply insecure about his blackness. We've actually had a number of conversations on the topic. But instead of looking inside for the solution, he searches everywhere around him for something to blame. Sadly, it's easy to see how this will unconsciously damage his son's self-image too.