In life, you always have a choice. Whatever it touches: the choice of wardrobes, who you spend your time with, what gifts you give, what you believe in and what thoughts you focus on. Chaos is your choice. Anger is your choice.
I really want to be that person who radiates good energy, I want to be that person, looking at whom it becomes very warm inside and you want to hug them. Who looks at you with a smile and warmth in his eyes and you just want to love them.
You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?
We’re in hustle and bustle as if chasing a shadow. We are in a hurry from pleasure to pleasure, But there comes a time of sobering up when there is no oblivion in pleasure.
