life is so precious and fragile. i feel like in the mix of everything i forget that.
when i look around my room, i see all this crap spilled over the floor. clothes, shoes, books, and just a ton of stuff i don’t need. it makes me sad because none of this “stuff” will ever make me happy. and i think i get too wrapped up into the idea that it will. i am guilty.
life is just so precious and it can really be taken away at any minute. and i feel like i focus on the wrong things to make me happy. happiness is in myself and i just have to remember that.
i need to start controlling my life. remember that it is in fact my life. i can choose to see life a certain way. i can choose to react to life a certain way. and i can choose to live my life a certain way.
i’m going to start trying really hard to do just that.
“we either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. the amount of work is the same.”
“We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world.” ~Buddha