When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice.
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We are hardwired to connect with others, it's what gives purpose and meaning to our lives, and without it there is suffering.
Interpretation
Connecting with others is essential for a meaningful life, and a lack of connection leads to suffering.
This quote by BrenΓ© Brown highlights the intrinsic human need for connection, suggesting that our relationships with others are fundamental to finding purpose in life. When we are unable to connect with people, we may experience a sense of isolation and suffering, underscoring the importance of fostering meaningful relationships.
In practice
During a speech about mental health, one could use this quote to emphasize the importance of community.
When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice.
Perfectionism is a twenty-ton shield that we lug around thinking it will protect us when, in fact, it's the thing that's really preventing us from taking flight.
Social media has given us this idea that we should all have a posse of friends when in reality, if we have one or two really good friends, we are lucky.
What we know matters but who we are matters more.
Authenticity is the daily practice of letting go of who we think we're supposed to be and embracing who we are.
Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you do not protect yourself from love.
So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate: I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, that your heart has been weeping blood?
Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer more than I ever did before. The other night, on TV, I saw people in Bosnia running across the street, getting fired upon, killed, innocent victims....and I just started to cry. I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? I'm almost......drawn to them.
I know the anger lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning. Easier to crucify myself in you than to take on the threatening universe of whiteness by admitting that we are worth wanting each other.
I have a respect for manners as such, they are a way of dealing with people you don't agree with or like.
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