learning

One Day, Peace Will Come

I get daily emails from a woman named Danielle LaPorte and honestly, she hits home quite a few times. Sometimes I think it’s silly to follow these types of people on social media and the like, but honestly, there are times when I need that third-party perspective of someone who doesn’t know who I am or what I’m going through. Sometimes that generic advice hits right in the guts and I can breathe and go “Ah. That’s way better”. I totally want her Desire Map journal though.

So imagine my surprise when into my inbox comes an entire post about why jerks show up in your life. Certainly everyone has dealt with a jerk or two. Or twenty. It could be that asshole from high school or that sibling who just doesn’t get it. Maybe it’s that stranger in the grocery store or your crotchety grandparent. Whatever the case, it’s no surprise that there are jerks everywhere.

I have dealt with my own fair share of jerks, some of which hit closer to home than I’d like. I’ve even had to call the police and file reports based on their shitty behaviour. That might be upping the ante from Jerk to bonafide Asshole, but the base is the same.

She goes on to tell her readers exactly why jerks exist. If I am to believe that they exist to help us review our lives and determine how we don’t want to be, then I guess I should be thankful to the current jerks trying to make my life a living hell.

Thank you for being an asshole. No, really, thank you. It’s helping me realize what behaviours I don’t want to have and it’s helping me identify how not to treat the people in my life.

Thank you for being a jerk for such a long time. It’s shown me that some people just don’t change. That they’re stuck in the middle of their small, pathetic lives and they have no joy inside them. That they can only find joy by attempting to torture others.

Thank you, all of you jerks, that have ever come into my life. All of you have forced me to realize things about myself that I might not have seen if you weren’t around. Just like you can’t make or do something better if you’re never wrong or never fail, you can’t make yourself a better person without the prime examples of what not to do.

So thanks, real life jerks, for teaching me more than the jerks on television ever could.

asshole

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Mindful Musings #149

Mindful Musings

Eking out a wretched

Existence

Be reminded;

We are the dead.

We have traversed  your plane

Hundreds and

Thousands

Of years before.

All your mistakes

We’ve made them too.

Pick up a book,

Scan through the tome

So that you can

Learn

From all our failures

Before you make

Your own.

 

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MOOC's

So I started doing some free online courses through coursera.org.

These are classified as MOOC’s – Massive Open Online Class/Course.

Right now I’m taking a course through the University of Toronto called: Aboriginal Worldviews and Education.

The reason I wanted to take this course, nay, take a course on this topic for a very long time is because I am absolutely ignorant. It’s not something I’m proud of, especially because I am older now and I have gone to University. But I don’t know anything about Aboriginal People and I live in Canada where there is a large population of Aboriginals.

I started getting more and more interested in that particular part of my country’s history with my current job. I came in more contact with Aboriginal people than I ever have and sometimes, when they were trying to make me understand where they were coming from and why they saw things the way they did, I couldn’t really understand. Hell, my goddamn school has a whole ROOM for Aboriginal students. We also have a Prayer Room, but I digress.

I was able to go into the room earlier this month and it’s beautiful. Growing up my mother would sometimes be mistaken for Aboriginal when she is actually from India. With her dark hair and her complexion, she could pass for one and she used that to her full advantage, I am ashamed to say.

When I was in public school, we were not taught about Aboriginal history. Not really. I vaguely remember touching BRIEFLY on the subject in high school, but that is all. In the county where I grew up there was a high school that was on the edge of the local reserve so both Aboriginal student’s and ‘white’ students attended. It was notorious for having fights and stabbings. I don’t know how much of that was true or not as I didn’t attend there and I don’t know anyone who personally went there. This was also in the early to mid nineties in the middle of rural Ontario where tolerance and acceptance was maybe not high on the list of values taught to children.

So when I heard about this course I really wanted to take it so that I could finally learn about the cultures that make up my country. I find it slightly depressing that I know more about other cultures outside my country, like various Asian and Middle-Eastern cultures, but nothing of the wonderful cultures that have been in my country before Europe came.

I’m looking forward to all the things that I will learn!

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