The World

Jealousy eats our hearts away and transforms us into an unintended monster.

Everytime I get to know someone, everytime I know that someone cares for me, everytime someone smiles at me and I smile back, everytime someone is glad to see me, everytime I do something good, everytime I think about all the things that I am grateful for, everytime I laugh, everytime I know that I am happy, makes me forget all my troubles and feel so blissful. I just hope to never stop being happy because that is the key to unlocking the others.

I think I like Psychology. It is interesting and intriguing. The human mind. Perhaps the most complex thing that no person can ever fully unravel. I feel that Psychology is the journey of understanding and getting the whole picture. Probably something that we will never be able to get.

Just know that the world is not against you. You are with the universe.

Positivity stems from yourself, not from others. So don't let others pull you down.

To make someone's day the worst it can be is as easy as making someone's day much better. Choose the latter.

Smile it till you make it. And if you make it, continue smiling.

I am grateful for so many things. Everytime I feel down, I think of all the countless things that I am grateful for. This makes me feel a million times better and I hope it makes you too :)

I always hope that I am doing the right thing.

I always try to do the right thing. To make people happy, to make sure that I do not offend them, to make sure that I am the right amount of friendly to them, to make sure that I do not seem fake, so I always try my best. However, sometimes I just feel that I might not be doing the right thing, that I don't understand them well enough to know what they would want me to be. Am I thinking too much? It seems that I am too afraid of what others think of me.

I sometimes feel so alone, or is it just what everyone else feels too when I don't feel it? Or is it only me? If that's the case, I am afraid that I am really alone.

Do you know how hard it is for me, how much effort it takes to tell myself that it is possible? But you never take a moment to appreciate it, perhaps you silently do, but that's just false hope.

Sometimes, I feel so happy but then at the same time I feel that everything might just get taken away from me in an instant.

What if we were all a story? If someone is reading us? If our lives have all been a lie? Humans fear the unknown and for this reason we have never explored this possibility.

Should I be nice or not? When I am too nice, people take advantage. When I am not as nice as usual, people are disappointed.