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What a weekend it’s been sending each other yellow for Ross’ birthday
What a weekend it’s been sending each other yellow for Ross’ birthday
egoist.
•
normally, i don‘t like egoists.
but let me tell you this:
you have to become an egoist,
when it comes to your happiness.
way too often we give out pieces of
ourselves just to please others.
just to make them happy.
in that process we forget
about our own happiness.
we are so accustomed to
make others comfortable -
even if it at the cost of our own comfort.
we do this because we care,
which is essentially a good thing,
but the moment we realize that
our own happiness is suffering,
we have to stop and start thinking
about ourselves and to be honest
there is nothing egoistic with that.
egoist. • normally, i don‘t like egoists. but let me tell you this: you have to become an egoist, when it comes to your happiness. way too often we give out pieces of ourselves just to please others. just to make them happy. in that process we forget about our own happiness. we are so accustomed to make others comfortable - even if it at the cost of our own comfort. we do this because we care, which is essentially a good thing, but the moment we realize that our own happiness is suffering, we have to stop and start thinking about ourselves and to be honest there is nothing egoistic with that.
“ É fantastico come una persona possa passare dall’essere un estraneo a diventare la ragione del tuo sorriso”. ❤️I❤️
“ É fantastico come una persona possa passare dall’essere un estraneo a diventare la ragione del tuo sorriso”. ❤️I❤️
'sometimes i forget to listen. i forget to let a friend be. to tell their whole story and paint their full heart into the air. i'm too eager to respond with a fix, a solution, a plan. i interrupt the art. i look for a pause to jump in and offer all sorts of articulate banter, when this isn’t what they want. they just want to speak until they’re out of breath, and then meet eyes and feel like they’re okay and understood and not alone. it’s a beautiful thing, and i want to let it happen. i want to let them finish painting in their own words. & then maybe i will understand.'
'sometimes i forget to listen. i forget to let a friend be. to tell their whole story and paint their full heart into the air. i'm too eager to respond with a fix, a solution, a plan. i interrupt the art. i look for a pause to jump in and offer all sorts of articulate banter, when this isn’t what they want. they just want to speak until they’re out of breath, and then meet eyes and feel like they’re okay and understood and not alone. it’s a beautiful thing, and i want to let it happen. i want to let them finish painting in their own words. & then maybe i will understand.'