November 12, 2019

📚✨ the subtle art of not giving a f*ck BY Mark Manson




Few things i picked from reading mr manson's book. These quotes speak to me so much and i want to share it with you guys!


🍁 Often the only difference between a problem being painful or being powerful is in the sense that we chose it and that we are responsible for it. we don't always control what happens to us. but we ALWAYS control how we interpret what happens to us, as well as how we RESPOND. 

🍁 Being wrong opens up to the possibilities of CHANGE. Being wrong brings the opportunity for GROWTH. 

🍁 This, in a nutshell, is what "self-improvement" is really about: prioritizing better VALUES, choosing better things to give a F about. 

🍁 Without conflict, there can be no trust. Conflict exists to show us who is there for us UNCONDITIONALLY and who is just there for the benefits. 

🍁 Healthy relationship is NOT about controlling one another's emotions, but rather about each partner supporting the other in their INDIVIDUAL GROWTH and in solving their own problems. it's not about giving a F about everything your partner gives a F about. it's about GIVING a F about your partner, REGARDLESS of the Fs he/she gives. that's unconditional love baby!

🍁 In perspective often happen at the tail end of our worst moment. It's only when we feel intense pain that we're willing to look at our values and question why they seem to be failing us. We need some sort of existential crisis to take an objective look at how we've been deriving means in our life and then consider changing course.

🍁 Life is about not knowing and then doing something anyway. All of life is like this. It never changes. Even when you're happy. Even when you're farting fairy dust. Even when you win the lottery and buy a small fleet of jet skis, you still won't know what the hell you're doing. Don't forget that. And don't ever be afraid of that. 



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September 29, 2018

4. a place



I found a place where all the odds come as normal. Where even amid spring, the cold refuses to leave. I found a place where everything moves slow but everything is ahead. Where my morning starts with fresh air and a coffee down the alley.

I found a place where my heart is content. Where I feel invincible but noticed. Where infatuation comes in the form of a tall, young man. I found a place where a friend become a sister, and a brother becomes a friend.

I found a place where i sit in the middle of a busy city that looks like one in those postcards. Where i hear talents speak with such freedom on the sidewalks. I found a place where my classroom isn’t a room with a teacher and a board but racks full of knowledge. Where my thoughts wander in every stop and my eyes sets in every sun that shy to shine.

I found a place where i realize i don't own my passions, but it owns me. Where paintings are all over the walls, and every alley is worth a bundle of film.

I found a place where my head stops looking for answers, where my heart settles every question. I found a place where everywhere i look i reckon familiarity, where nothing seems unusual.  I found a place where midnights never end, and mornings serve a fresh hope.

I found a place that i can't call mine yet but my heart has landed its feet and my soul has placed its stone.

I found a place that no matter how many times i have to leave, every time i come back, it still feels like home.


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