What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
I have been reading and post Covid to an extent feeling the loneliness or rather isolation that was caused by having an excuse to avoid people and the for the last 10 years a device that allows you to ignore people even when they are around you.
This whole ideology of “I don’t need people” is a lie, we all need each other and I don’t know why but social media makes us feel like we should be ashamed to be true to our selves and embrace that. I’ll explain:
Be brave enough to message those people that you have on social media once in a while to ask “hey, do you want to go for a coffee?” And know that it’s ok if they say no, be brave enough to try again with another old friend
Be brave enough to show others that yes I’m in a relationship maybe it won’t work but I’m not going to live in defence mode because I may have to take the post down. It makes me think of that quote that was on my pen from Chapters “What if I fall? O but darling, what if you fly?”
Have empathy for everyone when you can. This can be that annoying co-worker that can’t seem to get it together, that very very very quirky friend or for yourself when you can’t seem to be what the world needs, expects or wants.
Finally humour is one of the most important things to a good life. We see it in the funny posts that we all share with each other. In those moments we allow ourselves to put our phones down we allow something funny to be said or to happen.
I think those three things are the most important elements to having a good life but I would be foolish not to mention that saving also helps in having a good life.
The joke is a little funnier when you have some money in your pockets, you can understand your co-worker a little better if your bills are paid and children are fed and there is no bravery on an empty stomach 😊
I am a 34 y old female (In this day and age I should say cis heterosexual female). I normally love listening podcasts, reading and swimming but I met a man and he seems to take up all my time. I think of him often and I hate people that randomly sing but I’ve found my self listening to hours of music and sending him songs I think he may like.
Dear *favourite column* when he starts to sing I join in (something I usually find very annoying) and the other day I was horrified that I not only recorded but proceeded to send him a voice note of me singing TO HIM! 😩
Please help. I’m not sure what’s happened to me. I’ve even started apologizing when I’m wrong, I’m never wrong but something about him makes me reconsider.
Could this be what they call love?
With love from hater of musicals and all things too cute and mushy
My grandparents relationships had a positive influence on me. I assumed it was a given that everyone would end up with their person sitting in the living room, talking and watching tv with their grandkids.
But once you grow up you realize it’s actually rare for couples to make it, to grow old together and even if they do then one passes away and leaves the other behind.
I know it’s easy to romanticize our grandparents relationships in the age of online, unlimited and international dating but they seemed to have marriage figured out a little more that us.
Women are the only group that shares a bed with their oppressor – Andrea Dworkin
When it was a question of race she let the lesser question of sex go. But the white women all go for sex, letting race occupy a minor position” – Frances E. Harper
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