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Embracing the Power of Acceptance: Unlocking Happiness and Inner Peace
Shaina Tranquilino
September 27, 2023
In a world filled with constant change, challenges, and diversity, acceptance has become more crucial than ever before. It is not only about accepting others for who they are but also about embracing ourselves unconditionally. Acceptance goes beyond mere tolerance; it delves into understanding, empathy, and ultimately leads to personal growth and harmony in relationships. In this blog post, we will explore the transformative power of acceptance and how it can bring us closer to genuine happiness and inner peace.
1. Acceptance of Self:
Self-acceptance forms the foundation of a fulfilling life. We often find ourselves chasing unrealistic standards or comparing our lives with others', leading to feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt. However, true contentment lies in accepting ourselves as imperfect beings with unique strengths and weaknesses. By embracing our flaws and celebrating our achievements, we cultivate self-love, resilience, and confidence.
2. Acceptance of Others:
Accepting others involves recognizing their individuality without judgment or prejudice. This means acknowledging that everyone has their own journey, beliefs, opinions, and experiences that shape them. When we learn to accept others for who they are instead of trying to mold them into our idealized version, we foster a sense of belongingness, open-mindedness, and promote healthy relationships based on mutual respect.
3. Embracing Change:
Change is inevitable in life, causing discomfort and resistance at times. However, by accepting change as an integral part of existence rather than fighting against it, we open ourselves up to new possibilities and opportunities for growth. The ability to adapt gracefully allows us to navigate through life's uncertainties while maintaining emotional stability.
4. Cultivating Emotional Well-being:
Acceptance plays a pivotal role in cultivating emotional well-being by teaching us how to manage negative emotions effectively. Instead of denying or repressing our feelings, we acknowledge them without judgment. By accepting and processing our emotions, we can gain clarity, heal from past wounds, and foster emotional resilience.
5. Letting Go of Control:
Acceptance also means relinquishing the need for control over everything. We cannot change every circumstance or person in our lives, but we have full control over how we respond to them. By embracing acceptance, we learn to let go of attachment to outcomes and surrender to the flow of life. This allows us to find peace amidst chaos and reduces unnecessary stress and anxiety.
In a world that often emphasizes perfectionism and conformity, practicing acceptance is a powerful act of liberation. It frees us from self-imposed limitations, fosters genuine connections with others, and enables personal growth. Accepting ourselves and those around us helps create a more compassionate society built on empathy, understanding, and love.
By embracing acceptance as part of our daily lives, we embark on a journey towards happiness, inner peace, and fulfillment. Remember that acceptance does not mean condoning harmful actions; it means recognizing the inherent worth of every individual while working towards positive change when necessary. So let's embrace acceptance wholeheartedly and unlock the transformative power it holds within us all!
"Day and Night": Pixar's Mesmerizing Blend of 2D and 3D Animation Shaina Tranquilino December 29, 2023 Pixar's "Day and Night" is a unique and captivating short film that effortlessly blends traditional 2D animation with innovative 3D animation techniques. Released in 2010, this six-minute masterpiece takes the audience on a mesmerizing journey through contrasting perspectives of day and night. Directed by Teddy Newton, known for his work as a storyboard artist on several Pixar films, "Day and Night" tells the story of two characters named Day and Night who meet unexpectedly while going about their daily routines. However, what sets this film apart from others is that these characters are not animated in the usual way. Instead, they are portrayed as transparent figures filled with vibrant landscapes representing either day or night. The central theme of the film revolves around the juxtaposition between opposites: light and dark, warmth and coldness, noise and silence. The contrast is visually striking as viewers witness daylight scenes projected onto the character Day's figure while nighttime scenes are cast upon Night's silhouette. This clever design creates an immersive experience, allowing us to observe the world through each character's perspective simultaneously. As Day and Night encounter various situations throughout the film, they begin to realize that their differences can coexist harmoniously. They learn to appreciate one another's unique qualities rather than fearing or resenting them. Through this message of acceptance and understanding, Pixar manages to convey a profound lesson about embracing diversity. What truly makes "Day and Night" exceptional is its ability to tell a story without using any dialogue. The narrative unfolds solely through visual storytelling accompanied by an enchanting musical score composed by Michael Giacchino. From breathtaking sunrise sequences to dazzling fireworks displays at night, every frame is meticulously crafted to evoke emotions within the audience. Moreover, "Day and Night" showcases Pixar's technical brilliance by seamlessly blending hand-drawn animations with computer-generated imagery (CGI). This combination breathes life into the characters while maintaining a distinct artistic style reminiscent of classic hand-drawn animation. The result is a visually stunning film that pushes the boundaries of what can be achieved in animated storytelling. With its innovative approach, "Day and Night" earned critical acclaim and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film. It stands as a testament to Pixar's commitment to pushing creative boundaries while delivering heartfelt stories that resonate with audiences of all ages. Pixar's "Day and Night" is a remarkable short film that captivates viewers through its blend of traditional and 3D animation techniques. Through stunning visuals, absence of dialogue, and a powerful message of acceptance, it takes us on a journey where opposites collide and coexist harmoniously. This six-minute masterpiece demonstrates Pixar's ability to push artistic boundaries while delivering emotionally resonant narratives.
i have never understood why people hate me some have told me it is because i am kind that they want to destroy me for it or see me as weak since when was my kindness treated like the greatest of sins? my love of others should not be my slaughter.
The Mosquito's Sting: A Tale of Boundaries Challenged
Once upon a time, in an enchanted kingdom, there was a mosquito that carried West Nile fever. This mosquito bit a wealthy man and a poor one, a Jew and an Arab, a white person and a black person, women and men, heterosexual cisgender and LGBTQ+ individuals. The story tells how people created protective barriers and divisions between themselves, but nature, in the form of the mosquito, pierced through these barriers and showed how easily something from each of them could seep into the other, revealing how arbitrary and temporary all these defenses and boundaries truly were.
The king of the kingdom ordered the mosquito to be locked in a golden cage and asked the wisest person in the kingdom, a little girl who understood the language of all animals, to talk to the mosquito. The girl listened to the mosquito's story and told the king the moral lesson that the mosquito had taught. Instead of punishing the mosquito, they made it an important minister in the kingdom. The royal physician healed the mosquito, and the kingdom's scientists transformed it into a beautiful prince.
The prince married the girl when she became old enough. She was the only one who saw the wisdom in the simple mosquito that had only come to sting. To everyone's surprise, as they did not know enough about science, it turned out that the mosquito was actually female. So, the wise girl ended up marrying a mosquito princess who loved to wear princes' clothes. The two of them lived happily ever after, a bit distanced from all other humans who were unwilling to give up the barriers and divisions that separated them.
When the people discovered that the mosquito was female and had married a woman, they wanted to punish her. However, the girl, who was once a wise child, ran away with the mosquito princess to the mountains. There, they lived happily, far from people's eyes and the fears that drove society. They listened to animals, studied life principles with them, trying to deeply understand their languages. Over the years, they published scientific papers that were meant to bring human society closer to their compassionate worldview, which looked broadly at life as one intertwined woven fabric.
Bring Me Home The world is too busy fighting off their demons. Always at war with their flaws, always running away from what scares them.
An amazing and inspiring post by a wonderful person. I myself was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Panic Disorder at 16. I’d become someone so different than who I had been and so miserable. Going from one panic attack a month to one every two or three days indicated to me that the ‘pressure release’ they were giving me wasn’t lasting as long as it had been before. The constant interruption of my thoughts by nagging little things, the physical discomfort of feeling like a fat raccoon was sitting on my chest - it was miserable.
I was put on an anti-anxiety/depressant med but dosing was always an issue. For the next seven years I lived in various stages of anxiety, to normalcy, to overly medicated. Then I decided to “fix” the issue and stopped taking the medication.
For a period of time I felt great! What a weight lifted off my shoulders! But in hindsight things were different. I had a little nagging voice in my head, telling me how fat I’d become, how ugly my skin was, how I had too much body hair...it was as though I was suddenly having massive amounts of self doubt and self criticism in my twenties rather than my teens.
Nevertheless I pushed through and pushed through until I realized that maybe I needed to see someone again. Going “back in the system” was hard, it took me some time to find a doctor that “fit”, experimentation on what medication I responded best to and sadly a host of new diagnosis including a social anxiety developed out of that nasty little voice in my head and ultimately severe depression and dysthymia (chronic long term depression aka the tiny little negative voice in my head).
Just a handful of months ago I was referred to a new doctor, one who specializes in eating disorders, after I found myself overcome by anxiety towards food to the point where I was eating as little as 200-800 calories a day. I was diagnosed with an eating disorder known as ARFID (avoidant restrictive food intake disorder). With bi-weekly visits to my doctor I’ve slowly come to terms with the strangeness going on in my head, that I wasn’t broken nor should I guilt myself because I wasn’t coping when there were people out there in much worse situations. To put it simply, my brain doesn’t work like it should.
After years of ruling out possible medical causes it comes down to one fact, my brain chemistry isn’t balanced without help and the fact that I’ve chosen to see my doctor/therapist and take two little white pills a day doesn't make me weaker. I’m not a failure for needing the external help anymore than a diabetic is for needing insulin or an asthmatic needing an inhaler. I am me and this is how I am.
Bravo to you @theartofnotwriting for fighting the long fight to get Shangri-La (or as close as one can get). Fighting through the shroud cast by your disorder and reaching the other side and then reaching back through that fog to help others join you. Also, as a Bay Area native, I’m sorry you had such a difficult time in San Francisco. All I can say is folks can be weird out here and I can attest that there are fans of the series and of the ending (myself included). You did a very brave thing doing what you did with the ending, something unexpected and unique amongst the sea of series.
Anxiety, Meds, and Words from the Horizon. (So to Speak.)
I keep writing this post, over and over, feeling like I have to say everything. Today I’m trying to release myself from that pressure. This post will not say everything. It will just say some things.
I have this memory from Allegiant’s release week. I hadn’t been sleeping or eating much due to the stress of the new book coming out, and all that I was doing to give it a good start in the world. I had taken a glance at Twitter before my plane to San Francisco took off, and saw, for the first time, how angry and upset a lot of my readers were at the way I chose to end the series. It may strike you as unbelievable that I didn’t anticipate their reactions, but it’s true nonetheless– I did what I thought (and still think) was right for the story, and that was all.
Let me be clear: I’m okay with reactions, negative or otherwise. I am a grown woman, and a professional author, and when people disagree with me, even angrily, that’s okay with me. Readers are allowed, encouraged, to feel. To form their own opinions. To reject and despise a story. To think some books are crap and other books aren’t. To say so, in whatever GIF-y, sarcastic, exclamation point filled way they choose. On a logical level, I believe this, would fight for it if I had to. But Anxious Brain doesn’t get memos like that, doesn’t speak the language of logic. Anxious Brain just feels, feels, feels.
Some of my readers were so upset they posted death threats. (Hyperbolic or not, this is never okay. It’s the Internet, so it’s hard to know if people are joking or if they’re really going to try to hurt you.) I never thought I would upset people that much, ever, in my entire life. Anxious Brain triggered a meltdown.
My plane took off, and I was so anxious I was sobbing right there on the flight. The people next to me, thankfully, didn’t say anything. I couldn’t distract myself. I counted down the minutes until we landed, my sleeves disgustingly stained from wiping my nose.
My publicist and I went straight from the airport to the bookstore for me to sign stock before the event that night. The bookstore staff was friendly and kind, but I couldn’t be kind in return. All I could do was put on my headphones and sign books. I cried the whole time. Couldn’t stop. Some of my actual tears are in those Allegiants, San Francisco. It’s funny to me now, though it wasn’t at the time.
After I got home from that tour, I had the worst few days of my life. I was irrationally convinced– convinced– that I was going to die of some life-threatening disease or another. I don’t remember, now, which one. It doesn’t really matter. What matters is that the obsession took over my waking and my sleeping. Most of the time I felt separate from my own body. I felt a disconnected kind of terror, unrelated to anything in particular, my heart pounding and my breaths short. I felt—and not for the first time– like I was losing my sanity.
A little while after that, I went back to therapy. Clearly I wasn’t handling things as well as I wished I was.
That was the “before” picture. This is the after:
The story of how a year of therapy turned into finally trying medication isn’t really important right now. Someday I’ll tell it. I was never the kind of person who was even open to the suggestion of antidepressants– I thought that was a sign of weakness, something other people needed, not me. I was strong. I would fight it on my own.
(Right?)
I’ll never forget what my therapist said to me the day I finally raised the subject of brain chemicals to her. It was pretty simple, just, “you don’t have to fight so hard.” Meaning: you don’t have to go it alone, do it without help. You don’t have to try to be so strong.
I burst into tears. She had released me, somehow, from the obligation of working so hard just to get out of bed, and put on clothes, and interact with other people. (Most of the time I had to take a nap the second I finished my shower, because the anxiety was so exhausting. I had accepted this. I no longer realized, consciously, that it wasn’t normal for an otherwise-healthy person to do that. In case you’re wondering…it’s not.)
Antidepressants, like most medications, are not perfect. It’s not easy to “get it right.” The dosage, the prescription itself. Every brain reacts differently. Everyone has different side effects they can tolerate.
Antidepressant 1 made me into an indestructible, emotionless robot– which was fun, for awhile, for someone so used to being controlled by her emotions. But it wasn’t me, so I talked to my doctor and switched to Antidepressant 1 + Supplementary Antidepressant 2.
1 + 2 made me anxious again. Back to the beginning.
Antidepressant 3 was promising at first. I still felt emotions, but I also felt exhausted. Can’t-get-through-the-day-without-a-nap exhausted. Can’t-exercise-because-you’re-too-sleepy exhausted.
Nope. Let’s try again.
Several months into my quest for the right dosage and the right drug, I suddenly found that I was myself again. Antidepressant 4, my little miracle. I was not my anxious self, but the person I had been underneath. Neurotic, yes, because I have always been neurotic. Capable of being nervous, and sad, and angry– capable of having negative emotions, and feeling bad, and wishing my life was different. Wishing I was different.
But also– ALSO! Capable of self soothing. Capable of fighting back without draining my energy. Like a muscle that you suddenly realize is strong after you’ve been working out for a few weeks– like that first time you carry a bag of heavy groceries up a flight of stairs and realize you’re not as out of breath as you used to be. I wasn’t a robot, but I had energy. I could have a cup of tea and not feel so jittery and shaky from the caffeine that I wanted to turn back time and un-drink it. I could be kind to someone in a bookstore who recognized me and asked me for a picture– without having a panic attack!
I could be okay. Happy. Sometimes even calm.
Life is the same web of complicated and difficult emotions that it’s always been. I don’t always wake up happy and positive and ready to face the day. But I do wake up capable and hopeful.
I’d love to tell you something comforting, something soothing, something to take away your fear of medication or therapy or doctors or whatever it is that’s holding you back from doing what’s best for your brain. I can’t tell you those things, because they wouldn’t be true. It’s not easy, it’s not fun. It’s not great to break down and sob because you think you’ll never find a medication that lets you feel like yourself while still treating your anxiety. It’s not fun to drag yourself to therapy every week even though you hate the hard, but true things your therapist is telling you about the way you’re thinking and feeling. It’s not awesome to explain and re-explain how mental illness works to people who have never experienced it.
There will be days when, defeated, you dust off your old bottle of Klonipin (doctor prescribed) because even the antidepressants just aren’t enough anymore.
There will be days when, hopeless, you curl up on the couch and wonder if you will ever feel okay again, even for a couple minutes at a time.
But there is something on the horizon, a glimmer of something else, the hope of hey, I can handle this, even though it’s hard! I am standing there now, and looking back at where I’ve been, so I can tell you. I can tell you that hey, I can handle this, even though it’s hard! is worth fighting for. It’s worth that awful, terrifying call to the mental health clinic, the one you rehearse for, even the one you ask your mom to make for you. It’s worth every hour of bickering with your therapist because anxiety makes you a stubborn asshole. It’s worth every little green-or-blue pill you swallow, while under the supervision of a medical doctor, in the dim hope that you will one day feel just a tiny bit better than before.
It is worth it to try. And to try again. To take care of your brain.
I am wildly, madly, scorchingly happy to be in this place. I am so grateful for my therapist saying “you don’t have to fight so hard.” I am so proud of Past Veronica for dragging herself– sometimes thirty minutes late, because it was that hard to leave the house!– to therapy every week. For years.
If you have done even a single thing– told a friend, asked for help, called a doctor, tried a medicine– to take care of your brain, I am so proud of you, too. One little step at a time, guys.
If you haven’t done those things, if you can’t, if it’s too goddamn hard, that doesn’t mean you suck. It doesn’t mean anything other than you just can’t right now. But hear this, just in case. Just in case it’s the thing you need:
It’s worth it.
You don’t have to be so strong. You don’t have to fight so hard.
<3,
V
I will not let there be silence.
How loud must we yell to be heard?
How deranged must my shouts be for someone to hear me?
How petulant? How annoying? How never ending must I be so that I can find a like minded person?
How long must I scream that- this is me! This is what I believe! This is what's right- and here's why!
Because I will do it.
Until my voice is hoarse and weak.
I will not give up.
I refuse to give into the silence.
I will fill it with noise and love.
I will drown out the anger the confusion others express. I will fill it with facts and experience. I will express every ounce of what has gone unvoiced, unknown for so long. For too long.
Until I hear the same words echoed back from the masses.
Until the stars hear my cries and answer them.
Not just until I am heard- but until I am understood.
Until we are understood.
I will not let there be silence.
I feel like after the mistreatment of any group, people would realize harshness and contempt for the tormentors would help people see that this might not be the right way to go about this. I get what was done was wrong but showing mercy and the willingness to educate others to stop this kind of behavior might be better.
i have no sympathy for racist white teens having to discover the ramifications of their racism the hard way. children of color are expected to be grown ass adults before they even hit puberty - you think we got a nice, soft intro into racism? that white people sat down and explained how they were gonna be, nice and polite to our face???
no. trial by fire worked for us. you can handle it too.
love yourself and be happy
hi there,
sorry i’m gonna talk about something quite harsh but i need to share this with someone and i have no one to share it with...
today is a bad day: i feel bad about myself.
since always basically, my parents had been bothering me on and on about what i eat and about my weight.
yes, they are unhappy with my weight. They always were.
Fact is, since last year, I gained at least 10 kg which is a lot. And it’s always like this but right now, when i look and pictures of me last year, I see how good I was: back then, I hated my body.
I have always hated myself in every way.
I’m not saying it’s entirely their fault but I think a pet of it is their fault. If you have someone telling you everyday to: « stop eating » or « go to the gym » or telling you you are fat and that they « want you to lose weight » ( yes my mom told me 2 months ago she wanted me to lose weight) eventually you will believe it and hate yourself even more. Even though it’s made with good intention : IT DOES NOT HELP!
I have told them that many times but they won’t stop. And tonight my dad has said something that has started a whole argument and that will leave a scar in me forever:
so at first, like every meal, my parents said at least 4 things about my food or drinks : « stop eating that » « don’t eat that » « don’t drink coke » « eat less » « i thought you were on a diet » and so on. but that’s just routine.
After the meal, we were just talking, I had already told them to stop but they don’t listen. Anyway: my mom had cleaned the clothes and my t-shirts had shrunk, i was kind of pissed and i said that if i wanted to fit in them again i’d have to lose weight.
And to be « funny » my dad said something like: « we’ll finally you have a motivation to lose those horrible kilos you got this year »
I just left as quickly as I could because I hate crying in front of people.
I locked myself in the bathroom and my sister came and tried to help me stop crying. I was feeling better ( she helps me cuz she knows it really pains me). But then my mom came and she wanted to « talk ». I didn’t want to because every time we have had that conversation, it didn’t lead to anything and nothing changed, it was a waste of time and it made me even sadder. But she insisted. When I started saying what i thought, she was just in total denial cuz she doesn’t want to admit to herself that she could hurt me cuz she’s a good mom and she loves me. She ended up changing the subject completely and talking shit about me and other things.
Meanwhile my dad sent me a text to say sorry and that he loves me.
At first I was only pissed and hurt by my dad but then my mom came and started saying shit.
In the end I’m less mad at my dad then my mom.
I’m not saying it’s completely their fault but part of it is. I love my parents and I know they love me but I hate this feeling I get every time they say something.
I have so many friends and people i know or just stories i hear about of young girls like me who feel bad about themselves and end up doing shitty things to lose weight.
DO NOT!
This shitty society makes us feel like shit about ourselves and says it’s normal to be fucking skinny. Some models even take their ribs out to look skinnier—> is that ducking normal??? NO!
I hate how this society makes us doubt about ourselves.
You do not need to change for society, for your friends, for boys, for you parents or for anyone but yourself! If YOU are unhappy, do something. But don’t let anyone tell you you’re too fat or too skinny or not enough (bla bla)
You are yourself and you are beautiful!
You deserve to be happy and you will be by loving yourself!
You are amazing, don’t ever doubt about yourself!
If you do, I’m here to talk!
You go out there and have fun, eat as much as you want as long as you are ok with it.
There will always be someone who will accept you exactly as you are, you just have to look for that person : it can be a friend or a girlfriend/boyfriend/etc. or someone from you family, even a random adult! You look for that person and stick to her
I love you
So many people love you, I’m sure of it
Don’t ever doubt yourself again
My family doesn't really accept me. Well, at the very least, my OC's are here to support me no matter what my sexuality is. And they support you too, if you ever need it 💜
my step mom was asking me more questions about the nonbinary thing and after talking to me for a bit, she said "oh, so youre a rosé! not a chardonnay transitioning to a merlot, just your own unique type" which was such a middle aged white woman way to frame it, but i cannot lie gang. it did make me want to cry
Another voltron au
A frozen au were allura is elsa with lance as Anna and it's pretty much similar to frozen so allura had ice powers and lance like Anna has that weird strength to do things like toss a heavy marble statue bust and cut a thick rope made to hold people in one swing anyway her and lance used to be really close untill the accident that lance doesn't remember, Lotor as Hans of course the smooth talking hottie that turns out to be bad, maybe sendak as weasel town , Keith as Kristoff the loveable outcast whos not to good with people interaction who helps out the , Shiro as Sven the closest to Keith who helps him out, Hunk as olaf the cute warmhearted one who helps everyone, Coran and the Holts as servant family's that have been with the royal family for generations, The Holt children refer to him as Uncle an honorary title of course because everyone in the castle knows if you have something wrong or just need to talk go to Uncle Coran and even if he can't help you'll always feel better after talking to him and everyone also knows that little pouch he keeps on his belt is full of little wrapped chocolate for the really bad days the story follows the brother and sister for most parts but mostly lance but it's a slower story then frozen so theres more home to show how there lives are affected by everything and give more "screen time " to the other characters such as coran or maybe pidge and in the end it's still lance/Anna that throws themselves in front of the sword instead of kissing, and i love lance being girly as much as the next but i don't want it to be his man factor because I've seen a lot of fanfic using the fact Lance is bi to have him wear perfume and make up with crop tops and short shorts or skin tight clothing or even just leggings and a large sweater and like all the other characters as soon as they see the other side of lance like hes doing dance or a singer and its like how can this loud, obnoxious and annoying person that flirts with it as long as theres a pulse be the same person and im not completely against these things i just feel like if you make him all about that and acting like that you take away so much of who lance is and what kind of person he actually is but I've gotten off topic all because i wanted to say i think lance should havemore of a princely looking thing going on the a girly princess because i think it would fit with just making the two siblings even more different from each other but in the end it doesn' matter but ultimately i wouldn't care because like if i don't write it, its up too the writers personally taste for Lance but i know I'd like it no matter what
hello. i made another quiz. it is spring, these days. we are looking to move forward. let me give you something you might need.