Peaceful mind

Beach day, peaceful mind and proudly being myself💖

Need to get back where the water’s quiet and... the mind is clear. #fishing #throwback #calm #peacefulshow more

Planned a 2026 countdown but Tweek didn’t make it... 🥹💤 Craig didn’t mind - after all, his cute bf looked too peaceful to wake 😊 #spcreek #tweekxcraig #tweektweak #craigtuckershow more

If this isn’t peaceful, then what is?? Oh right,... Israel dropping bombs on schools and refugee tents with British-made weapons… This world is out of its freaking mind.show more

The gentle, high-pitched melodies of birds send soothing signals... to the brain, helping the body release tension, melt away stress, and regain sharp focus. Ultimately, few things quiet an overactive mind quite like the peaceful, organic cadence of nature.show more

As a consequence of blocking the sale of the... club, Mr Rat’s driveway was blocked from the public footpath. He drove his car into peaceful fans regardless. He’s not only lost control of the club, he’s lost control of his mind. 🎾🐀 #MartinOutshow more

He Tryna Ignore it 😭😭😭😭 / dog sitting by... a roaring fire with his eyes shut paying it no mind attention / i’m tired exhausted even monologue from jujutsu kaisen Kento Nanami anime manga sad peaceful tune song in background JJK / reaction video meme stantwtshow more

This is Bishop Dr. Nehemiah Mutendi dancing. The moment... you see this, the famous “Ndire, Ndire, Ndire” song immediately comes to mind. What a beautiful and joyful dance!! It is a symbol of a peaceful and stable country under ZANU PF Party. We dance when the country is peaceful, united and moving forward. ZanuPF NPC - Munyaradzi Machacha Zimbabwe Council of Churches ZCC Mbungo 🇿🇼🌐 President of Zimbabwe Ronnie Ncube Snowball Tongogara HardTalkZw🇿🇼®️ First Lady of Zimbabwe 🇿🇼show more

A Hindu man was beaten openly on the road... by 10 People near Mind space after seeing him with a muslim friend , The victim was identified as avinash the incident occurred on 27 oct 2025 at around 10: 30 pm. Such incidents may create disturbance in the peaceful atmosphere. DM for victim contact number. Hyderabad City Policeshow more

This is highly unbecoming of Alaafin of Oyo !... What exactly are his challenges? His advisors have got a huge lot on their hands to contend with into making him a success on the throne. He should learn to free his mind and tender his heart if he would want to have a peaceful and impactful reign.show more

2) Aesthetics of the Future by Aya Miyaguchi san... of the Ethereum Foundation was my favourite talk today. The internet and the age of computing was launched by idealists. May the peaceful and harmonious ideals and aesthetics of JRPGs and strategies continue to prevail as options for the open in mind even as we protect them from the false and bad information. ( tells us where a focus on aggression leads us.)show more

You buy a multimillion dollar home on a nice... quiet lake so you can live a nice peaceful life! Or so you thought. Turns out your neighbor is a good time guy with a loud speed boat who loves to rip it up on the water daily. This is not what you had in mind and is ruining the experience for you. Should you have done more research on the rules of the lake like “no wake” zones or spent more time seeing what kind of boats went by?! Or should you learn to live with it knowing you bought a lake front property and boats are allowed.show more

My DMs are full up with Big Love!! Look... at Mercy Eke and Venita. My opinion >> I’m genuinely happy they have settled everything. Mercy Eke is such a kind and peaceful soul. Venita did a lot to her friend but I’m sure she has realized her mistake and understands that if you want a good friend, you also have to be a good person. There’s nothing wrong with choosing peace and letting go. At the end of the day, peace of mind is the goal. Not every disagreement has to last forever and sometimes people can acknowledge their mistakes, forgive each other and move forward. One love to both of them🌹❤️show more

Uyghurs in Sydney, Australia, protesting China’s genocide against Uyghurs,... get approached by Ultra-Nationalist Chinese man. After I spoke with the Uyghur man (in white shirt), he says that he and his small group were approached by the Chinese man raising his middle-finger and cursing at them. The Uyghur man asked why he raised his middle-finger and cursed at them, then gave him a piece of his mind, the Chinese man ran off with his wife continuing to curse and talk nonsense. May Allah keep our brother and sisters safe at these protests from these Ultra-National Chinese communists. Link to the peaceful protest which happens every Sunday at Town Hall 🔗show more

We brought Oliver home believing we were simply giving... him a place to say goodbye. It sounds blunt, but that was our mindset. He was 14 years old, a senior mixed-breed dog with cloudy eyes and a slow, careful walk. His shelter file was labeled “hospice placement.” His previous family had surrendered him, saying he slept constantly and struggled to get around. We assumed we were offering him comfort for whatever time he had left. We set up thick orthopedic beds throughout the house. We added ramps to avoid the stairs. We planned for soft mornings and calm, quiet evenings. In our hearts, we thought we were preparing for a gentle farewell. Oliver had something entirely different in mind. The first week, he mostly slept. Not the restless kind of sleep, but the deep, peaceful rest of a dog who finally feels secure. By the second week, something shifted. He seemed to realize he wasn’t going back. This wasn’t temporary. This was home. During the third week, he discovered an old plush toy tucked in a basket. It wasn’t new or impressive. Just a worn, simple stuffed animal. But he carried it everywhere. That’s when the fragile dog we thought we were losing seemed to vanish. The pup who was said to “barely walk” began padding confidently through the house, toy held proudly in his mouth. The one who supposedly “slept all day” started nudging us awake at sunrise, plush prize in tow, ready to begin. In the evenings, he’d sit with it clutched close, almost protective, as if afraid it might disappear. That’s when it became clear. Oliver wasn’t fading because of age alone. He wasn’t giving up. He had been lonely. He had grown used to cold floors and feeling forgotten. Now he’s still 14. He sneaks food from the kitchen counter when we’re not looking. He races me to the backyard gate. And he continues to carry that same little stuffed toy, a quiet symbol that happiness found its way back to him. We may not have succeeded in providing hospice care. But we witnessed something better. We gave an old mixed-breed dog a reason to keep going, and in return, he reminded us that love doesn’t just extend a life. Sometimes, it restores it.show more

A rant ⚠️ I grew up in Iran. I... lived there most of my life. Four years ago, I would have told you Islam and the Islamic Republic are separate. I believed that. I defended that distinction. Today, for many of us, that distinction no longer feels real. Islam did not arrive in Iran peacefully. It entered through conquest. And today, religion is again enforced through state power. When faith repeatedly arrives and survives through coercion, it’s not surprising that people question the foundation itself. This anger did not come from nowhere. It came from being told this is a “religion of peace” while brutality was justified through it, and from watching leaders openly say they would kill thousands, even millions, to protect their rule and reshape and erase Iranian identity. And it came from hearing people, safe and comfortable in other countries, insist their beliefs are peaceful while defending or excusing that violence. I don’t have many religious relatives left. The ones who were deeply religious have lost whatever faith they had. That may be the Islamic Republic’s greatest and only achievement. And don’t use “diaspora” to silence us. Many of us were raised there. Our families are still there. Our grief is still there. The only difference is that we can speak without being arrested. Being diaspora does not make this lighter. My body may be here, but my mind is not. I don’t sleep or eat peacefully. Every day I see another face, another story, people who had plans, families, ordinary lives before they reduced into numbers, numbers that many deny or mock. These aren’t statistics. They look like people I love. While we can mourn freely, our relatives back home are threatened into silence, even during their 40th day memorials. When my cousin called after attending protests, I was grateful she was alive. She told me she wished she wasn’t, after watching her friends get shot and killed on the street. She told me about a friend who was raped in prison. Another cousin disappeared during the Mahsa Amini uprising. Weeks of silence. We didn’t know if she was alive. Years earlier, her husband had already been killed. She survived that. Now she has been killed too. Even now, relatives tell us to delete messages. To unsend. Because sharing the full truth could cost them their lives. “If only you knew the details” People are not only killed. They are silenced while still breathing. If you continue blaming victims while defending a government that uses faith to justify brutality, against women, men, children, even animals, then you are choosing what you stand for. Attacking innocent people does not protect your religion. It reveals it.show more

Our son's teacher used to call us weekly with... complaints. Last Friday during his parent/teacher check-in, she asked what we did to transform him. The answer: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ). It all started with him not being able to burn his additional energy. Our kid was and still is hyperactive, couldn't fall asleep before 12am/1am, fidgeted through every school lesson, constantly snappy with us and his teachers. Some of our friends were calling him the duracell bunny (in reference to the battery ad) and we were genuinely worried this was just who he was. We tried a few different sports as our idea was that he didn't have any activity that involved burning his energy. Football, swimming, running him around the park until dark. He'd come home exhausted but his mind would still be racing at bedtime. The energy was there, but nothing seemed to actually settle him. My brother has been training and coaching kids BJJ since he was young. He kept telling us to bring our son. Tbh, we were skeptical - how would a combat sport help a kid who already couldn't sit still? But we were desperate as school was getting worse and the nightly battles were exhausting everyone. So at 5 years old, we signed him up. The first 6 months, he started falling asleep faster and not just because he was tired (he'd been tired before), but because BJJ teaches you to control your body and your mind simultaneously. He was learning to actually settle himself. The 11pm bedtime battles turned into peaceful 9pm nights. But what really caught us off guard was the respect. Every single class - bow when you enter/when you leave, wait your turn, shake hands with your opponent, listen to your coach. It gets drilled in through pure repetition. Not lectures, not punishment..just practice. 100 times per class, every class, for years. His teachers also noticed the change. He could finally sit through lessons, pay attention, actually remember what was discussed. Homework became manageable because he'd developed the patience to learn. He was less snappy and more willing to listen. The hardest part were in the first couple of years as he wanted to quit constantly. The usual kids reasons - i'm tired of BJJ, I don't want to train anymore etc. There were nights we genuinely questioned if we were pushing him too hard, if we were doing the right thing. But we kept him going. My brother being his coach helped, but honestly it was just us trusting that something would click eventually. And then in year 4, it did. He found his training partner, made real friends at the gym. Suddenly he was asking when his next class was. Going to support his teammates at competitions even when he wasn't competing himself. This year, the transformation was complete. His teacher went from calling us weekly to pulling us aside asking what we did. The fidgety, unfocused kid who couldn't sit still was competing in tournaments, winning medals, excelling at school, and genuinely looking forward to training. Here's what we got wrong for years: we kept trying to calm him down. Turns out, he didn't need calming.. he needed somewhere to put that energy. Other sports just tired him out. BJJ gave him an outlet that required both physical exhaustion and mental focus. And here's the thing few people talk about: BJJ is teaching him to lose. Not avoid failure but to face it. He still gets frustrated sometimes, still has moments where the tears come after a tough roll or a competition loss. But he's getting better at it. He processes it faster now, gets back up quicker. Most kids' activities try to avoid failure or sugarcoat it. BJJ makes you face it every single class and there's no hiding from it. That resilience is slowly building, and it's showing up everywhere. Homework frustrations don't spiral like they used to. Mistakes are becoming learning opportunities instead of total meltdowns. And he's even getting better at maths due to his concentration levels improving. If your kid can't sit still, can't focus, struggles with sleep, and school is calling home weekly do give BJJ a shot before assuming it's just who they are. Not for the discipline but for the outlet. The discipline comes later. Here's my son at his last competition. That's the kid who couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.show more