YIN & YANG

To be a good warrior, you must bring it all into balance.

Earth, sky.

Day, night.

Sound and silence.

Dark and light.

One alone is not enough.

You need both together.

Winter, summer.

Moon and sun.

Lesson number one.

Like a rock, you must be hard.

Like an oak, you must stand firm.

Cut quick like my blade.

Think fast, unafraid.

But if you are still out of balance, you're only halfway there.

Like a cloud, you are soft.

Like bamboo, you bend in the wind.

Creeping slowly, you can fly.

You're at peace because you know it's okay to be afraid.

Mulan II

DON'T DIE A COPY

Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

USA, THIS IS HOME

This is home. They say that you can make your home wherever you feel. I've been making a lot of things lately. Maybe home hasn't been one of them. It's not just a hobby anymore, this is my life. And I'm grateful for that. But sometime you have to step back and give yourself a chance to look around. This is where I have arrived. And every turn is life outside of mine. There is something about this place, you see its past all around of you and all you want is to be a part of its future. Every turn I step out I find something that inspires me. I don't feel like I need anything at all, expect to see and experience more. But I don't take it for granted. The city is so full of life, you sometimes don't know where you fit in and maybe that's the point. I realized this place just see whats here and what came before. It doesn't ask you to change your ways or how you look at the world, the simple thing they want you to discover is you. To find yourself inside its walls and out on the streets, to show you the answers to all your hesitations, questions and dreams is right there in your own reflations. And few places will show you that, Which is why no matter what comes next, for me, for now, this is home.

Source: KevJumba

LIVE THE LIFE THAT PEOPLE WRITE NOELS ABOUT

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

Ane be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To whee it bend in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as far,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Through as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

HOW YOU ARE DEFINED

You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, not you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, not the number of calories you consume in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are not the amalgam of theses things. 

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words you say You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are the beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries. 

MATURITY IS A CHOICE

Not everyone who grows old chooses to grow up.

I AM A BAD FEMINIST

I embrace the label of bad feminist because I am human.

I am messy. I am not trying to be an example. I am not trying to be perfect.

I am not trying to say I have all the answers.

I am not trying to say I'm right.

I am just trying - trying to support what I believe in, trying to do some good in this world, trying to make some noise with my writing while also being myself.

Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay