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.
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.
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.
The heart is a beautiful garden that needs to be regularly cleaned of weeds, i.e. forgiving those who made you angry. This makes room for really good things.
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.
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.
