We idolize geniuses. Many even consider academic success and intellectual prowess as the hallmark of personal achievement.
So people bust their ass to get into top schools. They land high-end jobs. They self-educate on the internet.
Nothing is inherently wrong with that. I love learning everything I can about a new subject and being well-read.
I see genuine friendship as sacred. When your parents and older relatives are all gone, a great friend can be by your side for the rest of your life. They become part of your new family.
And it’s why I’m so frustrated by all the people I see being fake friends. It’s not always intentional but it has the same repercussions in the end.
I had way too much energy as a kid. I was easily distracted and could never sit still. My dad has a report card from my kindergarten teacher that says:
“Wonderful boy. But he never naps and wakes up all the other students to play.”
I found it damn near impossible to focus on anything. By the time I hit middle school, my grades suffered because I couldn’t pay attention long enough to get my work done.
For years, people have asked me to write a Valentine’s Day post. I never have.
There are already a million list articles about Valentine’s Day gifts. Every unique date idea and DIY present has been covered.
I’ve felt uninspired to write about this specific day because its theme doesn’t always focus on the right values. It often equates your level of dedication and love to your partner to how much you’re willing to spend on material things.
Meet Daryl Davis.
Daryl is a seasoned black American musician who’s played with some of the best. He also hangs out with KKK members.
For decades, he’s set out to change the minds of those who hate him most.
Instead of confronting them with hateful words, he sits down with them. Hears their story. Even laughs with them.