You can try to escape the story of your life, but you can’t. It happened. The baby died; the dog died; the heart broke. I knew you when you were young—I know your heart broke, too. I will know you when we are both old and maybe wise. I hope wise. I know you now, your story. Mine isn’t the one I would’ve chosen in the beginning, but I’ll take it. It is my story. It’s only mine. And it’s not over. There’s time. There is time. There’s so much time.
It’s a pointless question to ask yourself if you’re happy. Being able to say you are not unhappy is a great thing already. I think the word "happiness" should only be used with great care. You can use it to describe moments, perhaps. What is happiness? It’s elation. A positive feeling that suddenly jumps beyond merely feeling good. And that’s nice, if you’re reasonably content in your life. If you’re satisfied, with a reasonably clear conscience, if you live reasonably well, then that’s a huge privilege. Not many achieve that.
“Located in Altlandsberg, twenty kilometers from Berlin, “Fahrradhof Altlandsberg” is an eye-catching used bike shop that has been decorated with 120 bicycles hanging from its storefront. It all started when 40 trade-in bicycles came in, and an employee asked owner Peter Horstmann what to do with them. His reply: “Hang ‘em on the wall”, which they did -” See more at: http://www.junk-culture.com/2013/10/german-bike-shop-decorated-with-120.html#more
This is an incredibly powerful video of a mom — a Christian, Republican mom, at that — standing up for her trans daughter at the Unity Temple on the Plaza in Kansas City. Debi Jackson, you are my hero. AJ, you’ve got a pretty great family. (via the Huffington Post Gay Voices)