HOW CAN WE BE HAPPY ?
Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.
I really love this. It is my life.
when they talk about peer pressure it usually refers to drinking or drugs but for me it always pertains to who I date
my friends, family, or just any passer by really
I get this look like really this is who your dating
I get these comments about his physical appearance
in the past I have let these comments end relationships with really nice people
but I’m tired of letting others dictate my relationships
I just don’t know how to make it stop
since I have talked to him and all because of there stupid comments ( well more like one person in particular)
I want to say fuck it and I have but I just can’t get it out of my head
not only do I have to worry about my relationship with him I also have to worry about other peoples opinion about who I date and what kind of person it should be
who I date is not your concern if I like him that’s my business
if I think he’s cute why the fuck should you care
fuck your thoughts
fuck all of y’alls opinions
this is my life and you don’t dictate any part of it
I’ve told four people about a huge event that happened in my life this month and it is shocking to me that I can keep such a thing secret. Small things I have to get off my chest but large ones I feel a deep need to bury. I’ve always operated on the idea that if I don’t talk about it, it didn’t happen. I wonder how long I can continue to deal with things this way…