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.
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.
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?
