tupang ina bat ganito.
It’s difficult to hear your own voice when there are so many others talking, telling you what to believe in, who you should and shouldn’t be. You’re fat. Fat is ugly. Skinny is ugly. No, everyone is beautiful in their own way. No, beauty is an absurd concept. Pray to God. Don’t pray to God. Who’s God? Don’t believe in anything. No, believe in everything. Homosexuality isn’t right, because the bible says so. No, biology says so. It looks weird. It’s actually cute. Whiten your skin. No, tan is better. Don’t fall in love yet. You’re still young. No, fall in love now before it’s too late. Grab the chance. No, let it slip by. Don’t do this. Don’t do that, either. It’s okay. Do that. Here. There. Now. Later. Right. Wrong. Stop. Go. See? The world is too noisy. Everyone has an opinion on everything. At some point, you just have to close your ears and focus on the sound of your own voice. Be selfish. Strive to do things as you desire. Drown out everyone else’s expectations. Only you know what’s best for yourself, after all.
— (via uniquecole)
You want to be happy.
The problem is, you don’t know where to find it.
Or really, if it even exists at all.
That’s the thing about happiness, you know?
It makes a fool out of you.
It tricks you into believing that somewhere out there,
you are destined for something,
destined to become someone,
destined to belong with someone else.
What a joke.
What a fucking joke.
Come on. Wake up.
Happiness is not a destination. Do not chase after it.
Happiness is not the ever-after in fairytales. Do not wait for it.
Happiness is not a fixed feeling.
It is transitory, as with all things.
So, listen: when you find yourself smiling,
and feeling light, and soft, and satisfied,
well, you are lucky.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Enjoy it before the world finds its way to fuck you up again.
That’s how happiness works.
— (via uniquecole)