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.
Every day is a holiday: you open your eyes, and you realize that you are alive, and this is already a great start, because you might not have woken up.
Every day is a routine: you wake up, go to work or school, get tired, watch TV shows or read books, and then go to bed – and so on in a circle. Did you recognize yourself? It’s a shame because this is the wrong approach.
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.
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?
