What is this notion of bliss, this most venerable of a concept? What is it about it that is so unattainable, so desirable, and so fulfilling all at once?
Life is just a series of tiny moments. Unique little, fleeting “nows”… that happen in the moment, before we realise it happened. At an attempt to understand the now, to determine what the now even is, takes us away from it, and to a new experience. A new now, spent on analysing a now that has already passed. For to spend time analysing the moment, you cannot be in it.
I can’t hold on to a single thought. There’s lots of them, they’re swirling, and they’re frightening, but I can’t
Do not consider the version of you, that you are today, to be the best version of you that there
It would be a presumptuous yet fair statement, to say that we all have a preconceived notion of what we
The adventure doesn’t have to be good, to be worth having. More often than not you pick up a book
Happiness, as everything else in life, is fleeting. It is temporary. This is not scary, or negative. It’s a fact.
What would be the mature option? To accept continuous burden in silence; to live with worry about the future, regret
Look after your body. Remember that the saying, “A healthy body, a healthy mind.” is not just a catchy saying.