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You might have failed somewhere else, completely fallen on your face in a mushroom cloud you caused, and it haunts you now as you enter the next season of life. But as you receive a second chance in your new opportunities: give yourself a chance too. Don’t allow former hurts to become a filter in which you approach others. Don’t instantly assume that similar behaviors and attitudes from your last situation can be accusations against the new one. Approach each decision with a fresh set of eyes, free of suspicion and paranoia, but most of all, without judging yourself by the weight of what happened before.

It is easy to pass on the pain we received in a never-ending vicious cycle — but we can choose in our new seasons to cut that loop, to interrupt our old patterns with new life, to absorb the hurt with grace, to allow our wounds to heal into a strength we could not have previously known. Re-build and re-create. It’s how we move forward. It’s how we got the second chance at all: because someone risked that chance on us first.

J.S.  (via jspark3000)

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I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.



I had a teacher who refused to let any of us say “its okay” because of this exact reason.

I need to remember this. I always shrug apologies off with “It’s okay.”