Whose freedom gets taken away so that you can experience a liberated life? Who suffers so that you can practice self-care? If you're free and others aren't, are you really free? What is freedom if only a few have access to it?
Words said in rage definitely appear to cut the deepest. And they are excruciatingly difficult to forget, and they can't be taken back. So know when to choose silence. You must recognize, understand and appreciate the weight of your words.
I somehow enlisted the long-haired twenty-something stoner from the local music shop to be my teacher. When we started, he told me a few things about himself. He said he failed pretty much everything in high school. But he loved music, and loved playing guitar. And he could teach me to rock if ...
She pulled a ring off Her finger and tossed it in my direction. "I am wicked in their eyes because I have an opinion. I am unclean because I will not bow to the will of men, and I am a sinner because their god is not my god."