There are many future obstacles ahead of me, like going to college and paying my own bills, and I don’t expect myself to be looking on the bright side for all of those hardships. Many negative experiences have happened throughout my life, but I choose to laugh it off and try to enjoy everyday. I would say overall, my life has been a glass that is half-full. I believe in being optimistic. I look at everything with unbounded possibility and I know that when I smile, the world smiles back.
What is the happiness? Happiness is not only hard to measure, but it is also difficult to singularly define. People have agonized over this question for centuries. When people were born in this world, of course they always find the real happiness. They thought that the happiness is very hard to find.
It seems like we go through the same steps every day. Our days seem quite repetitive, and it is slowly driving me insane. As much as I love the company of the men I am traveling with, I miss my family dearly. I feel as if these entries are the only thing keeping me sane. At least if I am lost through this journey, someone back home might be able to find this journal and understand the trouble I am facing.
Many are not giving much importance to their everyday lives because for them it is already natural that every morning they will just wake up and then do things which they usually do. I also blame myself realizing that I have wasted most of my life for doing nothing which I can say I can remember when I die. Life’s nature is unexpected, it can be taken away from us any moment of time and this is what everyone doesn’t mind to think of. We commonly aim for second chances without considering the time wasted. No one wants regret in the end but we act as if life is unlimited, endless and can exist forever.
Professors won’t deal with each other to schedule their requirements on their respective subject, so the students will have to bear the work maybe with the same deadline or not. Sometimes my body goes with all the pressure that I have to finish, I got sick, I got drowned on things I have to do. But when I remind myself to laugh, I constantly leave for a while and cheer myself up to strengthen again myself in order to get back on work. I always remind myself that there is nothing that I can do to escape from all the responsibilities, instead, finish it and laugh again
Andy’s Gift As human beings we have an insatiable need to be present. We want to be able to experience every flash possible, and the fear of missing out on momentous moments is a well-known concern for most people. Missing out can cause the individual to feel an ache of emotional and mental neglect. Imagine being so absent, that you end up feeling excluded from the rest of the society including your own family. The protagonist in the short story Andy’s Gift didn’t just miss out on significant events, he was completely absent from his own life for several years.
The situation just gets worse because any mistake we make, we are punished. Happy times they were back then as a child with my family. Where everyone did their part and we weren 't forced into work labor. It was a great time and I miss it everyday. It was when I was 18 that I was taken from my home.
I envied those who could speak better than me. I used to envy anybody who could easily make new friends. I was jealous of those who had no worries as they were quite good enough in every walk of their lives. I was depressed from a young age because I lacked so many skills in me which, if had been present, could have made me the best in life. Anyway, I kept on hating myself and the world moved on.
“The darkest hour is always just before dawn breaks,” as said by an old proverb. Everyone finds himself in the worst situations, thinking that these difficulties and challenges will never end. But in reality, circumstances will become better and each of us will overcome these hardships. More significantly, people discover the best things out of these worst experiences that make us stronger and teach us lessons that enable us to grow. I spent years regretting my decision of turning down the guy I admired.
I thought that the lights were dimmed and the aircons of the train were at low because it was on its terminus. Then, as the train was approaching its second station, Quezon Avenue. I feel very-very annoyed because I don’t feel the chillness that my uncle is describing to me when he was riding MRT. So I wore off my jacket, then I was very sweaty, and some people were looking and smiling at