Clear-Eyed Rebel
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The Unpaved Path to Happiness
The forest was restless. A chill went down her spine by the thought of having to go pee outside. It must have been nearing dawn but clouds were covering the half moon, so she couldn't tell. Her feet were freezing and she hated herself for not having put the last log on the fire last night. Now she would have to get out of her warm bed into a cold room, and out into an even colder November night to use the latrine.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel2 years ago in Humans
Love Thyself and Prosper
Many a time do we hear "love yourself" or "you are worthy of love" or similar suggestions to help us achieve a sense of stability and joy in our lives. But what does that really mean? Do we actually know how to do that? What does loving oneself actually look like? I've often spoken to people who are absolutely sure they love themselves to the fullest. They indulge in good food, buy nice clothes, have holidays, spend money on their looks etc. But looking from the outside it is more than obvious they are often trying to mask how they really feel on the inside.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel4 years ago in Motivation
Dear Leaders
You were born to lead. So lead. You were not born to be a slave to corporate greed and its ripping claws. Do not be intimidated by it, for you are not a slave. You needn't be afraid of losing power, of not being elected anew. We, the billions will stand by you when the going gets tough, as long as you act like the true leaders you are, and not as slaves.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel4 years ago in The Swamp
The Gift of Mental Illness
This weekend we took her cat to be euthanized. It was heartbreaking. She was trying to take control of her feelings, trying not to let the sadness break loose, forcing it inside, because it would be too difficult to cry. To be that sad again. Pacing up and down, grinding her teeth and almost running out of the clinic because she couldn't take it any more. Couldn't keep looking at her dear cat lying dead on the table. When we came out of the vet's, she said 'I think I'm going to cry now', letting go of the tears, but not too much, because too much was too scary. We walked up and down the driveway of the veterinarian clinic, my hand on her shoulder, talking about how much her and her cat had gone through together. It was sacred, primal, deeply felt.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel4 years ago in Psyche
Male Sex Education and Porn
Now guys, this is getting serious: the amount of men that are mimicking sex the way it's done in pornography is astounding. And I feel it's not being talked about enough. OK, there is nothing wrong with having porn sex, it's just not all that interesting for most women. For the average woman, it highly resembles (if that) the feeling of masturbating. Because that's what porn is made for - masturbation. I know that it can sometimes be fun to do it as they do it in porn, but it can become extremely repetitive regardless to say that sex is so much more than humping, fingering, gagging, licking or sucking. More than you could ever imagine. And no, I'm not talking about necessarily getting emotionally involved - although that is the way to having the time of your life - but just going with the flow, feeling what she wants, asking for what you want, relaxing, making time and space for experiments, for exploration, knowing how and what and where. Whether it be soft or hard, slow or fast, sex is meant to be fulfilling, not just a means of relief. Don't most men want to be just a little bit happier in general when they leave their lover's side? Wouldn't most men want to be their best at satisfying a woman? And no, I'm not talking to you, you egocentric narcissist, who's only goal is to 'cum and go'.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel4 years ago in Filthy
A Happy Life and New Beginnings
I am currently 45 years old. This January I left my job. 13 years of stress, anger, boredom, hating the guts out of everything about my job, my life, the people around me and my unfortunate habits... all of this gone with just one decision: to be happy and to take my life into my own hands. Working for others since I was 19, and doing their bidding all this time, feeling small, unimportant, useless to myself and the world. Just vanished in a day. Now what? I thought it would feel good. It did sort of, but it was mixed with ghosts of old fears, being terrified of not being good enough, of not having it in me. My mind still in overdrive, scared, tired, exhausted actually. Exhausted from years of trying to see the positive side of having a steady job, from battling on the inside knowing, that this steady job is killing me, minute by minute. Less of me every hour, day, month. Getting more uncomfortable to the verge of wanting to scream, because I couldn't take the bullshit of other people telling me things like: "Be grateful, at least you have a job..." And feeling soooo ungrateful and yet betrayed somehow. I wanted to be part of something good, something meaningful. After quitting, I couldn't slow down for four months straight. Especially in my mind. It was racing! Going from 3,000 km/h to maybe 30 was unbelievably difficult. Yes, I had some money, I don't have to worry about that for a year or so, but still, I was terrified. I had a plan and most importantly, I had a goal: to take things into my own hands and to stop waiting for my life to get better on its own. Waiting for some magical day to come, when everything can be different, easier, better, nicer... some day. Maybe.
By Clear-Eyed Rebel4 years ago in Motivation