1. Don't act like an asshole. Treat people as you would like them to treat you.
2. Don't put up with assholes. Everytime you allow someone to make even the smallest inroad into destroying your self esteem, they've already made a signifigant progression into your complete disassembly.
3. Create. You've never been here before (as you are) and you'll never be here again. You are unique and have something signifigant to give to the world...so give it.
4. Learn and explore. They're two of three good reasons to participate in life at all.
5. Have fun. That's the third reason.
6. Find others that are your kin.
7. Be generous...with time, money, and love. You can't take any of this shit with you anyhow.
8. TAKE RESPONSIBLITY FOR YOUR OWN BULLSHIT. If you're wrong, say so. Be willing to own that. If you don't like something about yourself or the world then change it, work towards changing it, or quit complaining.
9. Be gentle with yourself, and resolve to forgive yourself and others over and over again.
10. Laugh...it's a cure all for many ailments.
11. Don't allow fear to run your life. Reach out, DO, act, make, MOVE, and love. Most risks are NOT life and death decisions, so choose a new adventure. Truely...what have you got to lose?
Thus ends the diatribe.
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Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver ~