It sure feels odd for a numbness I cannot grasp meaning of.
Put forth the consistency and effort for the sake of opulence.
Enjoy the company of many good books.
Many seek perfection to only realize there’s flaws in that as well.
As humans, we’re wired to desire a connection amongst others. Fundamentally speaking at least.
I ask often myself: Am I not working hard enough or is it possible I’m simply not working smart enough?
The past brings itself to the future and encourages all the growth it ensues.
Don’t allow yourself to get too sidetracked within your own thoughts. Or else the subconscious mind will present itself in an unexpected form.
To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.
Going under the pretense determinism is true, every individual in this life has already met given there isn’t a past, present or future.
Never partake with the mob. Be a spectator and nothing more, if you so desire to keep your sanity.
We’d stop bickering if hard work was praised far more than so-called “talent”
Moments that have been broadcasted seem to lose their inherent value. Our most intimate times are framed for social likability, forever captured for outsiders to see.
To acquire the most opulence from inner peace is the goal. I’d be more than content.
In trying to recall a distant memory, I often bring myself to tears. What kind of masochism have I indulged in.