Mental health is such an underserved part of modern life. We sign the casts of broken arms, but ignore the signs of broken minds. While not separate things, I feel mental health is almost more important that physical health. If you’re physically unwell, you can still be very happy. But if you’re mentally unwell, you’ll find it very hard to even remember what happiness is.
Once you’re happy inside, does anything else matter?
We once considered those infected by microorganism as being possessed by the devil or some sort of evil spirt. Someone suffering from a bacterial infection would have been considered evil or demonic. This is no longer the case, because we’re no longer as ignorant. Yet, oddly, we still describe some people that are mentally unwell as being “evil”.
However, I’m hopeful. I think we’re moving towards a more mindful world. One that deals with mental illness as attentively and as broadly as physical illness. One that cares for the sick. That I am writing this, and that we are capable of entertaining this idea is a testament to progress happening.
The web got stuck thinking it was only going to be used on desktop PCs – and it’s time we changed that.
The web is like a circuit of electricity and the browser is a lightbulb. There are millions of things that look nothing like lightblubs that we can invent to put on this circuit, we are not limited to the lightbulb. But let’s be thankful for the lightbulb, for it illuminated the circuit.
So you see, we’re just getting started here.
The Web got stuck thinking it was only going to be used on desktop PCs, we want to push the web forward, to the mobile context, and beyond.
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
My favorite part, “..two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds”
The fade of time saturates what it leaves behind.