Don't Let Your Happenings Destroy Your Happiness.


Without the rain, flowers would not grow. Without the darkness, we would not see the stars. Without mistakes, we would not learn. What people don’t always realise is that to gain something good, you have to experience the bad at some point or another. Seeing the negative helps you approach and then appreciate the positive. Think about that the next time something bad happens to you, and wonder what could possibly be around the corner. Maybe not the same day or the same week or month or even year… but the same life. Live to learn. Live to look. Live to love.
The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.

Lessons in Life #39  (via opalinefeather)

If someone is being unkind or petty or jealous or distant or weird, you don’t have to take it in. You don’t have to turn it into a big psychodrama about your worth. That behavior so often is not even about you. It’s about the person who’s being unkind or petty or jealous or distant or weird. If this were summed up on a bumper sticker it would say: Don’t own other people’s crap. The world would be a better place if we all did that.

Cheryl Strayed (via opalinefeather)

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.