169) The despair you are feeling right now:  Dead children, bombed hospitals, the lies of tyranny in a dying world, and the crushing hopelessness of “What the hell can I DO about any of this?”

169) The despair you are feeling right now:  Dead children, bombed hospitals, the lies of tyranny in a dying world, and the crushing hopelessness of “What the hell can I DO about any of this?”

What can we do, in the midst of a genocide?  What can we do, in the midst of tyranny that’s been happening, and strengthening, since before we were born?  We can we do, in a world that burns its own living flesh, due to the greed of the most-privileged minority who clamour for ever-more wealth and power?

None of us want this.  

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64) Jordan Peterson, Part 5:  The Perfect House Problem; Subsection 7 -- The Rebel Alliance

64) Jordan Peterson, Part 5: The Perfect House Problem; Subsection 7 -- The Rebel Alliance

The Rebel Alliance depended on a dead dude, a quixotic Elf who talked like Grover, a wannabe hero with an inferiority complex, an arrogant smuggler, an incomprehensible BigFoot, an annoying and basically useless robot, a super-cool robot who looked like a futuristic garbage can, and a bitchy, bad-ass princess.

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50)  Dirty Feet  (TW: suicide, sexual assault)

50) Dirty Feet (TW: suicide, sexual assault)

Thinking about suicide has been my main hobby for 14 years, 7 months and 16 days.
You were right about sexual assault, especially for kids.
“It makes you see yourself as a demon.  So you check-out, dissociate, a lot of the time, because who wants to be a demon?”
I realize why I kept this fantasy alive for so long.
I believed the only worthy thing to do with my life was make sure my last act will be one of love.

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6) Something Positive

6) Something Positive

I believe people are yearning to feel hope, joy, love, to unselfconsciously embrace, inhale, and celebrate life.  I believe people want to stop passively absorbing and consuming, and instead, becoming ACTIVE PRODUCERS of culture.  It’s like, when did we stop painting and drawing and singing and making poetry, so that we could….sit in Starbucks drinking overpriced coffee with our friends?  When did going outside get sacrificed to surfing other people’s pics on Facebook?

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