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positivelyqueer

important to tell self sometimes “not everything is about you.” Not mean way but realistic way.

Friends don’t respond because they’re busy or had a bad day at work - not about you. No secret ignoring or hated.

Partner breaks up with you because personal insecurities - not about you. Something they have to work through.

Random stranger is unkind or rude to you - not about you. Reflection on their own morals and decisions.

Yes all things can hurt certainly, but not reflection that you are guilty, or secretly loathed by everyone. People are complex entities unto themselves. Sometimes need take step back gain perspective.

theehorsepusssy

grubarchived

i'm listening to gathering moss, by robin wall kimmerer, and she is talking about a very odd job she was consigned to do, where an eccentric millionaire recuited her to consult on a "habitat restoration". when she arrives, the job they actually want her to do is to tell them how to plant mosses on the rocks in his garden. he wants it to look like a specific, beautiful wild cliff in the woods nearby, with centuries-old beds of moss growing thick and strong. she tells him it is impossible. such a thing would take decades to accomplish.

later, she is called back to look at the progress of the moss garden and is amazed by the thick, well-established mosses. how did they do it? she asks.

then they take her out to the woods and show her that they have been blasting huge chunks of rock out of the cliff, packaging them in burlap, and moving them to the owner's garden.

kcsmall

This quote really got me: "The owner is a man who loves mosses, and the exercise of power. I have no doubts of his sincerity in wishing to protect them from harm, once they conformed to his landscape design. But I think you cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the sovreignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and diminishing the possessed. If he truly loved mosses more than control, he would have left them alone, and walked each day to see them."

- Gathering Moss by Robin Wall Kimmerer