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It pains me to watch society get less and less empathetic towards each other. This toxic hyper individualism is threatening our survival. "I don't need to worry about anyone." Actually, living in a society means your actions affect those around you. We all need to care.

One eventually realizes that a true mark of character is the effort to ensure another’s attempt at being human is not crushed by the fear of being perceived as a fool.

Choose your words carefully. The way you talk about your life shapes how you experience it. Call everything stressful, & it'll feel that way. Over time, the way you speak becomes the way you think. The way you think becomes the way you act. And the way you act becomes your life.

Can we just start a class action lawsuit against the US government? US Citizens v United States. Gross negligence in handling taxpayer funds would be a good start. Who’s in?

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Police don’t prevent crime. They show up after it happens. Crime prevention starts with funding social programs and creating opportunity.

God does not bless any conflict. Anyone who is a disciple of Christ, the Prince of Peace, is never on the side of those who once wielded the sword and today drop bombs. Military action will not create space for freedom or times of #Peace, which comes only from the patient promotion of coexistence and dialogue among peoples.

I don’t give a FUCK about anyone’s opinion on immigration at this point. THIS IS INHUMANE. THIS IS WRONG. PERIOD. THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE CAN SAY TO JUSTIFY THIS TREATMENT. THESE ARE HUMAN BEINGS. THEIR LIVES MATTER. Fuck ANYONE who supports this.

Being a hater is the lamest thing you can be I will wholeheartedly and forever be an optimist. it is so much more fun dreaming and romanticizing and feeling excitement. seeing the beauty in the world and the little things and the big things. you could never take this from me

If you lack direction in life, just be a homie. Give the service worker a thoughtful review. Tell someone you see greatness in them. Commit to being a supplier of good feelings Plant little seeds of inspiration that can sprout into dozens of changed lives. Completely free to be generous with your genuineness and doesn't require you to be anyone other than yourself Sets you up for two potential outcomes. It either leads you to your purpose or it simply turns into your purpose itself. Actually impossible to lose

@Solarpunk_Game Will it have couch co-op??

We can't believe it's almost here! After four years of development, we'll be releasing Solarpunk this year. Who's gonna be your co-captain? 🦋

@cryptid_bard Emporium?? I realize it’s not 1st person POV tho 🤔

I appreciate you all so much trying to help find this game but it’s NOT: The static speaks my name presentable liberty keep in mind the beginner’s guide march when the darkness comes (although the environment is similar) The game is colorless, 1st person pov

Any mark enjoyers that could tell me the name of a game he played like 10 years ago? Emotional game, it was about depression/grief/anxiety. 1st person pov you walked around a dark void through memories that were made of like soft gray/white light. Idk how to explain more uhhh

Absorb all the beauty of being alive.

The Fellowship leaves Rivendell by Killian Eng

In one hand: a clothespin from the 1960s. Solid hardwood, smooth from decades of use. It still works perfectly, some 60 years later. In the other: a clothespin from 2025. Lighter, paler wood, brittle. The spring is thin and unstable. Marketed as “extra durable,” my dad just raised an eyebrow. At first glance, it’s just two clothespins. But they tell a bigger story — the shift from durability to disposability, from craftsmanship to cost-cutting, from stewardship to constant consumption. This is planned obsolescence in action. Products are designed to fail so we must keep buying. Slowly, subtly, they break. Frayed wires, cracked hinges, brittle springs. Not because we want more, but because the old was never built to last. The costs are everywhere. Landfills overflow. Wallets empty. And maybe most quietly, our spirits grow accustomed to impermanence, to the idea that nothing is meant to endure. What if this philosophy extends beyond objects? What if it shapes how we treat relationships, communities, homes, even the Earth — as temporary, replaceable, disposable? It doesn’t have to be this way. That 1960s clothespin reminds us another path is possible. That we once made things to last, and we can again. That quality, care, and intention matter. That we can design for repair, for continuity, for meaning.

A Gen Z joined the team. Week one. During onboarding, the manager said, “We sometimes stay late during peak periods.” Gen Z nodded. Then asked, “Is that paid… or just expected?” The room went quiet. - No attitude. - No rebellion. - Just a question. Later that day, HR mentioned “growth opportunities.” Gen Z replied, “Does growth include raises, or just more responsibility?” Again, silence. - No laziness. - No entitlement. - Just clarity. That’s when the team realized something. When people say “Gen Z is lazy,” what they really mean is: Gen Z watched old generation - skip meals, - miss birthdays, - work weekends, - and burn out only to be told “budgets are tight” and “be grateful you have a job.” So Gen Z chose differently. - They don’t romanticize overwork. - They don’t confuse suffering with ambition. - They don’t trade health for praise. They still work hard. They just refuse to work for nothing. It’s not laziness. It’s pattern recognition. And honestly, after everything old generation went through… Can you really blame them?

start embarrassingly small. wake up 5 minutes earlier. do 1 push-up daily. write 1 sentence. read 1 page. walk around the block. meditate for 30 seconds. drink 1 glass of water. make your bed. do it to build identity. do it to create momentum. do it to compound results. do it to transform everything.

There is no “transgender movement.” We are normal human beings who deserve the same rights and basic human dignity that is given to cìs people.