Tag Archives: Heroes

Miley Cyrus – A Strategic & Intelligent Young Woman

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I have a definite opinion of Miss Cyrus, which I will share when it’s not 12:40am (like it is now).

I think that she has an incredible strength and sense of who she is,
and where she is heading.

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Being An Empath – In This Heartless World

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Life’s pretty hard in a normal kinda way – let’s face it.

Depending on where you were born you may encounter famine, slavery, mutilation, abuse, police brutality, gender bias, poverty, harassment, persecution, infanticide, unemployment, poor/no education, economic prejudice . . . . . .

Now I was born into a family of six that included a Mum & a Dad plus four children, where I was the eldest. We had a roof over our heads, we always had food and a warm bed. I had (relatively) free education until I was seventeen. I was allowed to have a boyfriend. I am allowed to marry whomever I choose. I’m allowed to apply for any job or career I want. The police aren’t allowed to abuse or detain me. I am protected by the same laws as all the other citizens in my country. I have the same skin colour as the majority of those in my country and therefore face no discernible injustices. I have access to free or affordable (as compared to our GDP) healthcare, including feminine hygiene products, GP’s, hospital, dental and ambulance. I have the capacity to rent a high quality computer and have access to fast and large internet downloads. I have the opportunity to grow and learn and reach my full potential, if I choose to stop living the life of an excuse maker or blamer.

See!

I am MORE than lucky in life.

I have been gifted by pure happenstance at birth, the chance to become whoever I dream of being. More than two thirds of the world’s population, that’s over 4 BILLION people – are not given this opportunity. Which is why I have been working so hard to turn my life around and

just

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grateful.

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EVERY day, I find something to be grateful for, and list five specific elements of that thing. I am trying to collate a Gratitude Journal, however time sometimes disallows this. In my mind though, it is going off like a firecracker!

But this doesn’t mean that I am casting a Blanket Of Complacence over my life, simply because I am grateful for what I have – on the contrary.

Being an Empath means that my whole life I have felt like I had to fighting for others’ causes as they were being persecuted or simply not given the advantages of Life that I had been. I would really fight. Battle! Swing metaphoric punches and in general look for confrontation. Because there is a lot that still has to change. There is still so much that is happening on this beautiful Blue Planet that is wrong – I just didn’t know that I didn’t have to be the one to fix it all.

 

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But over time I have read a lot of books, and subscribed to words of many bloggers and watched countless videos online and viewed umpteen beautiful and powerful movies via DVD. I have used these amazing publications to build a kinder world for myself. A place where I am growing into the real Pia, and in response my psyche is healing. I am seeing, that as am Empath I can still be happy while offering solutions to others who are not as happy or safe or cared for, as me.

It is a big deal to grant yourself permission to be happy and content when you are acutely aware of the pain of others. A BIG deal.

But the analogy of the oxygen mask on a plane if just the best way to justify this – ALWAYS put your own oxygen mask on first, before fitting them on others. You simply cannot help more people if you have already passed-out yourself.

Help yourself, then help others.

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That’s some good advice wouldn’t you agree?!?

 

Me

Feb 2015

 

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We Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks?

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Sorry about the appalling misquote,
William
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.Glenn McGrath

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I’m finding the current controversy with Glenn McGrath to be very interesting.
Everyone loves him because he’s such a nice bloke, don’t they?

I mean he supported his wife through cancer once, then twice and then as she was dying. Then he continued HER foundation to provide Breast Cancer screening & support in isolated and rural areas. Such a nice guy.

And if course he is a cricket player which makes him a demigod in our country. He bowled a ball really fast, was paid hundred of thousands of dollars to travel the world and stay in luxury hotels. He didn’t have to go to university or study a trade certificate to get there. He did work hard at perfecting his craft – just like the rest of us do every day.

However, what’s funny about all this . . . . . is how we don’t remember his reputation as a cricket bully. Did you know that he was labelled one of the all time ‘greatest’ sledgers in the game?

OF ALL TIME, people !!!

Like a badge of honour.
Racial slurs, weight & height pokes, food taunts, wife/mother jibes. Such a nice guy.

And, . . . .

“In 2008 I participated in a hunting safari in Zimbabwe that was licensed and legal but in hindsight highly inappropriate. It was an extremely difficult time in my life and looking back I deeply regret being involved”.

Awwwww – good on ya Glenn.
Thanks for the apology, you’re such a nice guy.

BUT – what I find the most amusing about all this hoohar, is people’s immediate defence or condemnation.

On the one hand, people are labelling his actions as indefenceable and others have taken to social media in his defence with the observation that the attacks are coming from a “bunch of pearl-clutching nannas freaking out”. Some people are even changing their profile picture in support of him.

We ALL have the right to an opinion – in everything – it’s called Freedom of Speech.

What is funny is when people use this Freedom to make themselves and their idols look like complete ‘bubes’ (I refuse to spell it ‘boobs’).

When we speak without actually CONSIDERING our thoughts and words, we dull the strength of our argument and in turn, chip away at our intelligence.

And WORSE – when we defend our idols at all costs and refuse to entertain any criticism of them, even when it is a blatant truth, we are actually chipping away at the intelligence of our society.

If you respect and admire someone it is IMPERATIVE that you also entertain that they are flawed. If you cannot, then all your other defensive arguments FOR that person are made invalid.

EVERY hero is flawed.
That’s just life!

My Body Is Borrowed, My Mind Is Not

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I don’t know if I’m a fan of Beyonce.
My own prejudices and life-learned judgements impose themselves.
I’m not particularly proud of this.

But, I cannot deny her strength of character and her intelligence.

I was blown away by this mini-doco.
You will be too.

I hope.

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What’s Your Most Public Wrong?

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Not so long ago, when I was battling with a severe turn in my war with Clinical Depression, I wrote a post about how noone in the world is so important that they make a difference. A difference of any measure or proportion.

And if you read it,
I’m sure you wanted to tell me just how wrong I was.

But it wasn’t ME that was speaking – it was the Black Dog.
The ugly voice that seeps into my skull and winds it way through every tendril and synapse of my brain.

My Clinical Depression is a beast that has made me question the validity and purpose of Homo sapien sapien on our beautiful Blue Planet.
Our net worth.
We seem to cause so much more destruction than we do innovation, and humanity itself vipers back onto itself repeatedly to cause such misery.

In truth, it is Mankind’s (& I use this gender specific term deliberately)
that I have a problem with.

In 2014 I faced the most basal knowledge of humanity and the ultimate purpose of us being in existence. I desperately sought some minuscule grain of hope that would give me a more wondrous outlook on the future of us all.
Even the tiniest glimmer of better things ahead.

And what did I discover?

That the Hope that I desperately seek, is not in grandiose or mammoth achievement or pursuits . . . . .
. . . it is in the tiny things that we do in our every lives that make Life sing with Purpose.

The kindness, compassion and honesty that are the keystones of a “Good Person” are what create a beautiful community and a world worth living in.

It is the granny who collects rubbish in the park as she goes on her evening walk.
It is the rock star who speaks to an autistic fan with true ‘is-ness’.
It is the homeless man who adopts and cares for a stray dog.
It is the nun who uses church funds to open a home for poor & the ill.
It is the mother who who goes without new clothes for five years, so that her children can attend a better school.
It is the Wealthy man who shares all his knowledge rather than hordes it.
It is the broken & alone woman who allows her ‘best friend’ to attack her verbally, because she know that her BF is in pain and just needs to yell.

It is actually the undocumented ‘goods’ that happen every day in every corner of our world, that make Humanity and our existence real.
And it is these ‘goods’ that make life worth living and each new day worth looking forward to.

Clinical Depression steals the view we have of this possibility.

It clouds what is really in front of us and instead throws up a murky curtain, a vision, of our greatest dread. A completely false vision.
Without my medication I would not be able to push that illegitimate vision aside and see the truth.

In fact – I wouldn’t even be here.

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‘Insult-Proofing’ My Ego

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I’ve talked about my business mentor, Marie Forleo, here at Pialosophy before.
Her attitude is revelational and despite her ‘perfect’ presentation, she does not take herself seriously.

This is one of her latest videos and
just helps me SO much on my path to a happier life.

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Marie makes me laugh, think and dream.
She rocks!

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A Path Appears

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I am terrified
that I a losing every essence of compassion and hope that once was embedded in my psyche.

I am filled with Apathy (not Depression) towards life and the world
and all the elements that once gave me fulfilment or even hope.

I am clinging to anything that can give me back just a spark of my passion and love for life.
Even a glimmer of a spark would do.

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I am reading this at the moment.

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I am watching things like this.


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I am listening to episodes like this.

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I am doing ALL that I can to try to grasp back control of my mind.

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