Life is complicated. Or maybe we make it complicated. It is full of uncertainties, obstacles and pain. But it is also full of adventure, miracles and love. It is impossible to understand even if you were given a hundred lifetimes. But I guess I am going to try and I’ll share my findings, experiences and opinions here.
1: a doctrine that this world is the best possible world
2: an inclination to put the most favorable construction upon actions and events or to anticipate the best possible outcome
That is the Merriam-Webster definition of a trait that I feel is underrated. And before you leave because I sound like a positive attitude hippie, give me a moment of your time. Think about starting a new hobby – anything (e.g. blogging, vlogging, drawing, painting, skateboarding, stargazing etc.). Now think about not only starting that hobby, but doing so publicly. For most, or at least for me, that is a scary thought for a multitude of reasons. But people who are heavily optimistic react differently.
May the Fourth Be With You!
It doesn’t happen all at once, but is a process of numerous events on a time line. For some people, this timeline is relatively short. For others, it’s really long. I would say I’m in the middle of this timeline.
To me, it is about thinking more. I feel that in my childhood, I spent most of my time concerned with my self. With eating things I liked or doing things I liked, like reading. But as I become more
mature older, I think more. A lot my thinking is daydreaming. But some of it is actually about life, the world and some pretty big questions.
Happy International Women’s Day!!!!! I’ll follow this up with a proper post to commemorate this incredibly important celebration, but am currently swamped with work.
Gotta love Bell Let’s Talk day.
Let’s show our support for those of us who are struggling! Let’s show them that we care. That they are not alone. That they are strong. That they deserve to be happy.
Image: Google, Jeff Preston
Painful experiences are imprinted in your mind better than joyful ones.
I don’t know why.
I can’t remember the days I was happy with as much details as the days I was sad or angry or hurt.