College life can become a great struggle because students have to balance school, a social life, and sometimes a job as well. The following steps could help the grades of college students. Go to class. Why else would you spring for tuition…
“When you study, remember not to give up. Exams are the jungle, and by studying, you make yourself the lion. You will enter the class and look at everyone arrogantly, feeling like the king. You will win this battle and tear everyone apart. When you study, remember: Never, never, never, never give up!”—Giannis Koutivas
“I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.”
― D.D. Barant, Dying Bites
“If you had a person in your life treating you the way you treat yourself, you would have gotten rid of them a long time ago…”
― Cheri Huber, There Is Nothing Wrong with You: Going Beyond Self-Hate
“To one’s enemies: “I hate myself more than you ever could.”
― Alain de Botton
“When you loathe yourself, a true friend will respect your honesty. And if you’ve been fortunate in life, he will probably share your opinion.”
― Bauvard, Some Inspiration for the Overenthusiastic
“And I saw my reflection in a lake and I waited for it to freeze a little bit so I could break it with my boot.”
― Sam Pink, I am Going to Clone Myself Then Kill the Clone and Eat It
“You don’t believe that your friend could ever do anything great. You despise yourself in secret, even – no, especially – when you stand on your dignity; and since you despise yourself, you are unable to respect your friend. You can’t bring yourself to believe that anyone you have sat at table with, or shared a house with, is capable of great achievement. That is why all great men have been solitary. It is hard to think in your company, little man. One can only think ‘about’ you, or ‘for your benefit’, not ‘with’ you, for you stifle all big, generous ideas.”
― Wilhelm Reich, Listen, Little Man!
If you need someone — how they make you feel, what they do for you, how they keep you whole — then you don’t actually love them, you just love the role they play in your life. The further you can push away from that need, the closer you’ll get to loving the human.
I feel what I say. My every word, my every utterance is associated with a specific feeling that resonates within me when I speak. As of late I’ve come to realize that I bail out of a conversation too early…like a teenage boy pulling out in time for his premature ejaculation.
After much worry, hair loss and severe outbursts of stress pimples I decided it boiled down to one thing - my inability to feel. This numbness has overpowered my mind and soul, impeding both of a thirst for knowledge and intellectual conversation.
As ironic as it sounds I no longer want to feel this way but I can’t find a solution or a path out of this soul-sucking maze.
“You ask for ‘one day at a time’ from ‘sweet Jesus’; you’re virtually begging and pleading (since an entire hymn/song is dedicated towards this favour) and yet you have the audacity to ask me what my long term goals are and what I’ve planned for my future, you bloody hypocrite you.”—
My kids are starting to notice I’m a little different from the other dads. “Why don’t you have a straight job like everyone else?” they asked me the other day.
I told them this story:
In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, “Look at me…I’m tall, and I’m straight, and I’m handsome. Look at you…you’re all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you.” And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, “Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest.” So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day.
“You know your tailbone? It used to be a tail. That pink part in the corner of your eye? Your third eyelid. The appendix used to help us digest tough foods. Now it does nothing. The story of our evolution is the story of what we leave behind, what we’ve discarded. Our bodies only hang on to the things we absolutely need. The things we no longer have use for, we give up, we let go.
Why does it feel so good to get rid of things? To unload? To let go? Maybe because when we see how little we need to survive, it makes us realize how powerful we actually are. To strip down to what we really need. To hang on to only what we can’t do without. Not just to survive but to thrive.”—Meredith Grey (Season10, Ep.15-Throwing It All Away)
A Daddy’s Letter to his Little Girl About Her Future Husband
June 19, 2013
Dr. Kelly Flanigan is a therapist who has seen women who needs a good man in their life time and time again. He wanted to write a letter to not only his little girl, but to every woman out there. It’s a fantastic reminder of what a man needs to be to his wife.
Dear Cutie-Pie, Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.” It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior. And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.” Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common: You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
“But let there be space in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
But let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.”—Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet