Comparing Is Impoverishing Your Own Experience

Dreams Are Letters From The Book Your Life Is Writing.

After All, What Is Happiness? Love, They Tell Me. But Love Doesn't Bring And Never Has Brought Happiness. On The Contrary, It's A Constant State Of Anxiety, A Battlefield; It's Sleepless Nights, Asking Ourselves All The Time If We're Doing The Right Thing. Real Love Is Composed Of Ecstasy And Agony.

Stop Thinking About Life And Choose To Live It

You Can't Want To Be Happy, Because That's Too Easy And Too Boring.

It Is Not Difficult To Rebuild A Life. All We Need Is To Be Aware That We Have The Same Strength We Had Before, And To Use It In Our Favor.