It’s not that I’m an underachiever, but I’ve pretty much spent my entire 30-something years waiting. For something. What exactly? I do not know. A calling? A purpose? A passion? I’m waiting for something to spring up and awaken my sleeping sense of curiosity and drag my overly-relaxed self out of its comfort zone and into the unknown.
loves to write,wants to learn more,photography,loves views,creative when it comes to cute stuffs,quotes,musics,singing.
Got here via theverge.com and was charmed by the archiving idea. Strange but unique. So here I am.
Happiness Is A Mere Perspective
You know why depression exists? It is because happiness exists as well. And every negative has its corresponding positive.
In The Geography of Bliss, someone says that one should contemplate death five minutes a day to be happy.
Why do I feel like it's always the end of the world?