This soft flesh, it’s here today but like all things it will eventually wither and decay. Even the most radiant flower, once it blooms it will never be as pretty again as it was then.
So many little things preoccupy our daily lives…how will the bills get paid…will I get a terrible illness…will my true love ever come along. What will these things mean 100 years from now? Nothing.
Many people do not take the time to realize that they create their own misery, your life is controlled by your actions. You can choose to let shitty situations interfere in your happiness or you can choose to face it, to deal with it, and move on. Stop making excuses, stop letting stress control you.
Only when we have lost everything can we truly be free.