I've never been completely against the educational system, but I've never been completely for it either. So where does that logic reside??in relevance to the receiver. If it works for you, then it's good for you. But it's not a one size fits all. Some course designers simply don't have the capability to modify exact fit strategies onto certain intellectual shapes and sizes. Originality is the key here, the punchline to all of this (redundant to me) assessing and equating that I implore you to embrace or at the very least consider

The only competition we are good at and we are winning on. It is destroying each other. Hurting each other. Insulting each other. Underestimating each other, looking each other down, getting each other fired and Killing each other. . It is never late for us to choose to support ,build and uplifting each other.

That's the problem with social media. It's not designed for negatives. It's all about people showing their best side. Posing with filters, creating some sort of fake perfect life. But what do you do when life isn't perfect? When everything feels shit. When you feel like you're sinking into a deep black hole and you can't crawl your way out. LOFL

To be a narrator is not to steal the show. That is the role I am playing with the Otherness Podcast. I am narrating with a focus on curating and sharing an array of autism stories and experiences. I am not trying to find a cure for autism.

The good thing about being judged by others. Being monitored by others, that they are forever in your case. They point out every wrong thing you do to shame and humiliate you in. You end being perfect person , because you fixing the mistakes they point out. They end up being bad and not so perfect people. They keep on repeating bad things you are no longer doing, because no one is watching over them and they are also not watching what they do.

There is nothing good , worth celebrating or be proud of. When your making others feel bad about themselves. Nonmatter how bad they are. You should be correcting them, advising them and showing them on how to do right next time. If you are as good as you claim to be.

"Hating someone is easy but loving is the most difficult thing.

Love is free. It is the relationship that is costly . Depending on the person you are dating.

May you find love from the right person. May you get to experience , what is it like to be loved by a good partner. Valentines to me it is like freedom or liberty day. There are lot of people who are celebrating it, but there are few people who had experienced it.

Pain is self-isolating, and it wants you to focus only on yourself and not give a thought to how your pain is affecting those around you.

All violence is vengeance at heart; it is the regressive destination; once agapistic energies for progress collapse, creating more scapegoats to halt what cannot be truly halted until the evil sacred is overthrown again.

We say that a human being is a person and a distinctive, fixed self with a name and a life. He has an identity. But what is this self really made of, except from the basic elements such as hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, phosphorus etc. and their subatomic particles? If a person is a specific, static, unchanged entity and existence, then what if an accident or a disease completely alters his body features? What if fear or madness changes his thoughts and perceptions? If dementia takes away his memories, or if drugs alter his emotions? And what if life circumstances, good or bad luck, modify his motives, his plans and his desires? Is it still the person we say he is? Or is selfhood a ghost, a useful fiction of the brain? An ever-shifting kaleidoscope of thoughts, feelings and perceptions? Flashes of hopes and desires? A bundle of alternating opinions and ideologies, of conflicting instincts and urges? If we take away all these from him, what would be left behind? If every drop of the ocean evaporates, is not the whole ocean gone? The immutable selfhood is a very old illusion and the last of illusions we 're going to abandon; if we ever will?

He's as tense as I am, maybe even more so, but it's so hard to reconcile that with the serenity of weightlessness. His faux-blond hair is floating out away from his head. He's wearing a worn, much-mended, and too-large shirt his friend in town must've found for him to help him blend in. He looks nothing like the Romeo who dragged me off the base, nothing like the Cormac who threw himself between his own people and me. It's like that guy's gone, and I killed him.

Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.

It hurts to let go, to say goodbye for the final time and remain distant in your closure, it may even tear your heart out to the point of insanity; but somehow in it all you find the pieces of your worth and you start creating yourself again, and in that journey of transformation you find the essence of what truly matters, inner happiness. It's life, we all fall at some stage but it's up to you, to decide how long you want to stay there.

Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try. If you feel it--if you really feel it--then you speak it like it's a still-beating heart clenched in your fist and there's blood running down your arm, dripping off your elbow, and you can't let go.

He had not breathed a word of love, or dropped one hint of tenderness or affection, and yet I had been supremely happy. To be near him, to hear him talk as he did talk, and to feel that he thought me worthy to be so spoken to - capable of understanding and duly appreciating such discourse - was enough.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

Start with dedicating 5 minutes to your learning activity of choice ? just a measly 5 minutes per day.

We may incur the same mistakes time and time again, seemingly lacking the control to stop history from repeating itself.

We may become so entangled in our web of pressures and expectations that we may forget the role we play in dictating how we feel on any given day.

The world keeps changing, creating new possibilities. Therefore I can keep changing and become even more than I thought possible.

Be innovative in leading people. Within our organisations we are continously innovating procedures, systems and technology but we fail to consider how we can innovate in our leadership.

I embrace and celebrate the color of my skin. Why should I reject the skin color that reflects the work my ancestors did tending to their harvests, creating homes for their families and protecting their lands?