Here’s a letter I dedicate to a person who went away from my life but helped me love myself better.
For us to understand happiness easier, we look at what causes the opposite. One probable cause of our unhappiness is expectations. It comes in all forms and from all sources.
If you were given a chance to write a letter to yourself when you were 5 years old, what are the things you’ll say?
It took me some time to finally see that it’s myself who I need to convince to fight, not them, nor the strength of the medicine I’m taking up every day. Here are some wordplays I say to myself whenever I feel down.
How can history repeat itself when it does not have a life of its own? As critical beings who admit their faults and mistakes, we tend to blame inanimate things for incidents we can’t control. It is not only proven to be easy but also convenient as it somehow justifies your need for justification. But should it be tolerated? Does it make us closer to the life we want to live?