A whole lot of the way identity politics has gone seems to me to deny empathy.
False humility is more insulting than open pride!
Making mistakes is part of learning to choose well. No way around it. Choices are thrust upon us, and we don't always get things right. Even postponing or avoiding a decision can become a choice that carries heavy consequences. Mistakes can be painful-sometimes they cause irrevocable harm-but welcome to Earth. Poor choices are part of growing up, and part of life. You will make bad choices, and you will be affected by the poor choices of others. We must rise above such things.
Causes have a way of tainting your reason until a person takes much bigger risks than sanity would otherwise allow.
Any simpleton can speak with confidence. Sometimes the greatest fools have the most bravado.
Try as we might to postpone them, days of reckoning inevitably arrive.
Not kill us," Pigeon corrected. "She was mainly just trying to turn us into mindless slaves.
There's love, sweet love, for one and all-- For love is best for great and small.
Boy trouble, huh?" "Boy catastrophe is more like it. I'm not sure I can do this. " "Do what?" Concern sounded in Holiday's voice. "Do Lucas," Kylie said. Holiday made a funny face and raised one eyebrow.
I'm seeing myself as an outsider a little bit - definitely when I started the band. I knew what band's name meant and nobody else really did, so I'd be on stage every night and say, "Hello, we're Art Brut" - basically saying that we were rejects. But I mean, I didn't really sing, it did feel a bit like we were outsiders. It was a bit tongue-in-cheek when I first named the band that, but then we slowly turned into that - like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Wherever your path takes you, may all your deathbed wishes come true, and may you celebrate each and every one of them many long years before your final breath.