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"You're not healing to be able to handle trauma, pain, anxiety, depression. You're used to those. You're healing to be able to handle joy and to accept happiness back into your life."

That one sentence cracked something open inside me. For so long, I thought healing was about becoming stronger so I could endure more storms, more heartbreaks, more disappointments. I thought healing meant learning how to fight better, how to keep my walls higher, and how to never let pain break me again. But that was survival, not healing. Survival taught me how to live in chaos, how to function while carrying wounds, and how to keep going even when my soul was exhausted.

What I didn’t realize is that survival and healing are two completely different things. Survival says, “you’ll get through it.” Healing says, “you deserve to live beyond it.” Healing is not about bracing yourself for the next blow—it’s about finally allowing your body and soul to relax, to trust, to soften, to receive. It’s about teaching yourself that joy is safe, that love doesn’t always have to hurt, that peace is not an illusion.

When you’ve been through a lot, joy can actually feel terrifying. Happiness feels suspicious, peace feels fragile, and love feels like a setup for pain. But healing is retraining your heart to believe that not everything beautiful is temporary, not everything good is a trap, and not everyone who enters your life will destroy you. Healing is learning to sit in moments of laughter without waiting for them to end. Healing is accepting love without questioning if you’re worthy of it. Healing is allowing yourself to feel safe in calmness, instead of restless in it.

So no, healing isn’t about becoming tougher. It’s about becoming softer. It’s about remembering that life has sweetness too, and you’re allowed to taste it again.

Healing is not the art of surviving storms. It’s the art of dancing in the sunlight once the storm has passed.

-Malika tv

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An atheist was seated next to a dusty old cowboy on an airplane and he turned to him and said, “Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

The old cowboy, who had just started to read his book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist. “How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?” as he smiled smugly.

“Okay,” he said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”

The atheist, visibly surprised by the old cowboy's intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”

To which the cowboy replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss God, Heaven and Hell, or life after death, when you don’t know crap?”

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Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

The didactic tone of “Desiderata” stems from the fact that it is a poem Max Ehrmann wrote to his daughter as a manifesto to living a happy life. In Latin, desiderata means ‘things that are desired’. The poet lays out the ground rules he believes one must live by to have an authentic, virtuous life. The protective nature of Ehrmann’s advice to his daughter has resonated with millions, resulting in the poem being regarded as a manual to a life well-lived.

But it is true as a matter of conscious experience. The reality of your life is always now. And to realize this, we will see, is liberating. In fact, I think there is nothing more important to understand if you want to be happy in this world. But we spend most of our lives forgetting this truth—overlooking it, fleeing it, repudiating it. And the horror is that we succeed. We manage to avoid being happy while struggling to become happy, fulfilling one desire after the next, banishing our fears, grasping at pleasure, recoiling from pain—and thinking, interminably, about how best to keep the whole works up and running.

Sam Harris

"i have taken my motorbike down the pacific 101 and i have stood atop the empire state building with my father. i have ridden the fear although i was afraid every single time. i have learned that every waking moment is enough and excess never leads to better things, it only piles and piles atop the things that are already abundantly in front of you like breathing and chasing and slow dancing and love making, fighting and laughing. i am unhinged, unworthy, and distasteful to mostly everyone i meet. however, i am loyal to a fault to anyone i find kindness in. i do not and will not fear tomorrow because i feel as though today has been enough. i've got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone. and i think fear and fridays got an awful lot in common, they’re overdone and glorified and always leave you wanting.”

- zach bryan

At some point in your life

You learn the difference

Between love and attachment

Promises and potential

And actions and words

And to allow a person’s behaviour over time to reveal who they truly are

Rather than their positive intentions

At some point in your life

Rather than awaiting the approval, validation and acceptance of others

You learn to water your own garden

Uplift your own spirit

Nourish your own soul

And become your own best friend

Understanding that the power to feel good about yourself

Build a better life

And rewrite your story and destiny

Has existed within you all along

At some point in your life

Rather than remaining trapped in a perpetual state of fear, self-doubt and insecurity

You learn to face the world boldly and confidently

With your head held high

And to view yourself

As the hero of your life

Master of your destiny

And creator of your reality

And to not give anyone else the permission to shape how you view yourself and your potential

Through taking full responsibility for yourself, your life and your actions

At some point in your life

Slowly but surely

You learn to approach life

From a perspective of love

And not allow the mistakes, fears, insecurities and limitations of others

To colour and shape your vision

Of what is possible for your own life

Or prevent you from seeing the beauty that exists in the world

And at some point in your life

You learn to recognise your worth

And say no to what doesn’t promote growth, health, happiness and healing

Or anything that holds you back and keeps you feeling down

In order to soar freely

So that you may embrace life

For the truly magical adventure it can be.

Words by Tahlia Hunter

Inspired by a poem by Jorge Luis Borges, revised by Veronica Shoffstall

I'm running out of room

in my memory banks

to store

any more

regret or guilt

the warehouse

in my mind is jam packed

with so many of my

past mistakes that

I can hardly shut

the door these days

I've been hoarding

all of my old ghosts

like they are newspapers

"oh, here it is -

this is the memory

from the one time

I failed in front of everybody

~ and that's why I don't take

risks anymore"

"and here is another memory

from the moment when I

had my heart broken by

someone I trusted

~ and that's why I don't trust

people anymore."

I've been storing

all of my past shadows

like they are baseball cards

"ooh, look over here this

memory is from that one time when

I stole someone else's hope

~ I can still remember how they

looked at me while the light disappeared from

their eyes

"and over here is a memory

from long ago when I

cried on the bathroom floor

while begging for God to give

me a brain aneurism

~ if I'm really quiet I can still

hear my tears hitting the tiles on the tile."

I turned my scars into

a museum where I could spend

hours at a time walking between

the aisles of my past sins

I transformed my old defeats

into a vineyard where I could bottle

up all of my vintage shame

for later consumption

my love,

I had been using

my memory

all wrong for so long

I had been holding onto

so many ancient shadows

that the sunlight had to perform

gymnastics just to give my

forehead a good morning kiss

now, I'm being

a bit more careful to

which memories I'm going

to store for keeping

I'm not stockpiling

the fossilized rocks

of my past humiliations

and offenses

instead, I'm accumulating

my memories so very

carefully

like an island castaway

would use a palm leaf

to collect soft rainwater

I am only holding

onto to the gentle memories

that quench the thirst

of my hopeful soul

I'm only keeping

the souvenirs

that remind me

I was formed out

of cosmic grace

I'm only storing

the recollections

that keep me

alive

this means

I'm leaving

the storehouse

of my past behind

I'm giving up the

dank warehouse

for the open road

and I'm only bringing

the recollections

I can carry with

me as I go

of course,

I'm not getting

rid of all of my

bad memories

I'm keeping a few

of them in a little envelope

in my pocket so I can

open and read then whenever

I need to be reminded

how much I have survived

and how strong I am

but, my love,

I just won't make a shrine

out of my failures anymore

I won't make an altar

out of my mistakes

because the only way

I can get to where I need to

is to travel light

~ and in the light

I gave up my cold storage unit

for a pair of walking shoes

and I can't wait to

only make sun-soaked memories

that will carry me from

one adventure to the next

~john roedel

Dear friends, here’s a little story that I found and it is helping me make sense of some intense changes I’m experiencing these days 💖

Me: Hi God.

God: Hello...

Me: I'm falling apart. Can you put me back together?

God: I’d rather not.

Me: why not?

God: Because you are not a puzzle.

Me: What about all the pieces of my life that are falling to the ground?!

God: Leave them there for a while. They fell for a reason. Let them sit there for a bit and then decide if you need to retrieve any of those pieces.

Me: But you don't understand! I'm breaking!

God: No, you don't understand. You are transcending, evolving. What you feel are growing pains. You are letting go of the things and people in your life that are holding you back. The pieces are not falling off. The pieces are falling into place. Just relax. Take a deep breath and let those things you no longer need fall away. Stop holding on to the pieces that are no longer for you. Let them fall. let them go.

Me: ok… but once I start doing that, what will I be left with?…

God: Only the best pieces of you.

Me: I'm afraid of changing…

God: I keep telling you: YOU ARE NOT CHANGING! YOU ARE BECOMING!

Me: …Becoming who?!

God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light, love, charity, hope, courage, joy, mercy, grace and compassion. I made you for much more than those superficial pieces with which you have decided to adorn yourself and to which you cling with so much greed and fear. Let those things fall off you. Love yourself! Do not change! Become! Do not change! Become! Become who I want you to be, who I created. I'm going to keep telling you this until you remember…

Me: oops… there goes another piece...

God: Yes. Let it be so.

Me: So... I'm not broken?

God: No, but you are breaking through the darkness, like the dawn. It is a new day. Become! Become who you really are!

—Adapted from John Roedel.

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