When you wake up every day, you have two choices. You can either be positive or negative; an optimist or a pessimist. I choose to be an optimist. It’s all a matter of perspective.
I write the right. I do the left.
And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We’re tiny. We don’t matter. We’re here for a second and then gone the next. We’re a sneeze in the life of the universe.
Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.
If everything was perfect in your life won’t it be a predictable one. Life is unpredictable chaotic and madness but that’s what makes life interesting won’t you agree?
All stories are true. But some of them never happened.
No mountain is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere.
Right or Wrong, most times, merely depends on perspective. It takes humility (not necessarily logic) to let go of our egos to see through the other person’s eyes. But I guess even I, myself, can’t let go to see why you’d object.
The older they get, the better they get when they were younger
People’s realities are the result of their perceptions.