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Every time you post something online, you have a choice. You can either make it something that adds to the happiness levels in the world—or you can make it something that takes away. I tried to add something by starting Girl Online. And for a while, it really seemed to be working. So, next time you go to post a comment or an update or share a link, ask yourself: is this going to add to the happiness in the world? And if the answer is no, then please delete. There is enough sadness in the world already. You don’t need to add to it.

Now let's talk about dreams. Yes. Dreams. I believe that dreams are one of the best thing in the world. It's so powerful. Because of people dreaming; things are being done and things are being made. Things happen. Dreams are being manifested to beautiful things. Dreams can make people happy, but sad as well (if they don't happen). Well let me tell you, I believe dreams come true because one person decided it so.

Despite a seemingly pervasive belief that only people of colour ‘play the race card’, it does not take anything as dramatic as a slave revolution or Japanese imperialism to evoke white racial anxieties, something as trivial as the casting of non-white people in films or plays in which a character was ‘supposed’ to be white will do the trick. For example, the casting of Olivier award-winning actress Noma Dumezweni to play the role of Hermione in the debut West End production of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child got bigots so riled up that J. K. Rowling felt the need to respond and give her blessing for a black actress to play the role. A similar but much larger controversy occurred when the character Rue in the film The Hunger Games was played by a black girl, Amandla Stenberg. Even though Rue is described as having brown skin in the original novel, ‘fans’ of the book were shocked and dismayed that the movie version cast a brown girl to play the role, and a Twitter storm of abuse about the ethnic casting of the role ensued. You have to read the responses to truly appreciate how angry and abusive they are.- As blogger Dodai Stewart pointed out at the time: All these . . . people . . . read The Hunger Games. Clearly, they all fell in love with and cared about Rue. Though what they really fell in love with was an image of Rue that they’d created in their minds. A girl that they knew they could love and adore and mourn at the thought of knowing that she’s been brutally killed. And then the casting is revealed (or they go see the movie) and they’re shocked to see that Rue is black. Now . . . this is so much more than, 'Oh, she’s bigger than I thought.’ The reactions are all based on feelings of disgust. These people are MAD that the girl that they cried over while reading the book was ‘some black girl’ all along. So now they’re angry. Wasted tears, wasted emotions. It’s sad to think that had they known that she was black all along, there would have been [no] sorrow or sadness over her death.

In his piece, I used to be a human being, Andrew Sullivan a journalist and popular blogger, discusses how he quit what he calls his addiction to technology and social media. He wanted to learn to practice silence. He went on a retreat that required silence all day and night with no cell phone, internet, gps, or even conversation. A few days into his retreat, he was suddenly and to his surprise, overwhelmed by painful childhood memories. 'It was as if, having slowly and progressively removing every distraction from my life, I had suddenly been faced with what I was distracting myself from. Resting for a moment against the trunk of a tree I stopped and suddenly found myself bent over convulsed with a newly present pain, sobbing.' Every crutch he had habitually turned to had been taken away. He couldn't call or text a friend. He couldn't check twitter or email. He had to sit in the pain of his long-buried childhood trauma. And what he found was that he not only survived the experience, but that he found healing through it. There is wisdom that can be brought only in self-denial. Only when all our other props devices and numbing agents are taken away. Sullivan writes, 'The sadness shifted into a kind of calm and rest. I felt other things from my childhood-the beauty of the forest, the joy of friends, the support of my sister, the love of my maternal grandmother.' He spent a lifetime avoiding suffering, but the only way to the other side was through it. The only way he could find healing was by denying himself the thing that gave him an identity and a career. The thing he most compulsively went to for comfort.