Be Happy

There is a serious issue that tackles many pure souls in this world. Something that isn’t really talked about enough. That is: our thoughts about the detrimental things we quit. Take porn for example, if you quit masturbating and come clean after a long period of addiction, some ideas provoke our minds, and this is my main point here, that me quitting seems infinite, so maybe I shouldn’t. Other thoughts of the same kin are when, say if you’re a believer, goes as follows: “Am I supposed to quit porn and masturbation for god knows how long until I get married? This seems so hard, almost impossible.” And as the days pass by it seeps more and more into your mind incrementally getting weaker and irresistible. The thoughts grow stronger every single day until it penetrates through your mind to the point that whatever scolding you’d do to yourself won’t stop it from committing the sin. For this you have to sit down by yourself for at least 30 minutes no distractions whatsoever - not even electronics, and this method has always worked for me when I’d try to solve many lingering issues. You can grab a paper and a pen or just stay content with your thoughts until eventually you come to a solution to this issue you’re having. And if one day it feels like it’s gonna happen, move away from the place you’re currently in and do the 30 minute contemplation method.

Paths

Believe in yourself,

To the ones struggling in life, those sobbing themselves to sleep. Those who think they’re alone in this world: you are not.

What if greatness wasn’t just about discoveries, building hospitals, becoming rich or famous. What if greatness was actually changing someone’s life? Enduring hardships so that one may smile, unaware of the arrows you hide in your back. What if greatness was just giving something you never had, and wished you did, for someone else who deserves it. What if all the grief was just a buildup of wisdom passed on to the next generation so that it would strive for good. What if life never told you it was a search for meaning? What would you do instead of writing this? It is such a blessing that we may walk into fire, callused and agonized, for the people we love. Love is both beautiful and painful. Nothing ever lasts, and this sense of finiteness makes it so beautiful. You will greet your mother one last time. You will see the sunset one last time. You will sleep and never wake up. You will blink and 20 years will pass.