Some advice I heard somewhere that I want to pass along.  Always assume someone in the room knows something you don't.  Never shares secrets. Be particular with who you share good and bad news. 

I feel we're influenced to think that life should be more complicated than it really is. I think it's just finding things that bring happiness, having appropriate freedoms, and enduring hardships that ultimately lead to joy. 

We rationalize our deceptive behaviour. We empower ourselves by giving logic to our dishonest actions. Get out of this comfort zone of rationalization, and look at your actions objectively. Even better, start looking at your actions through others' lenses. I think the reason we never want to admit dishonesty is that its opens up doors to vulnerability and judgement. The thing is, you have to see start seeing that vulnerability and judgement are the catalysts for self-growth. 

I put a lot of weight on people's opinions about me. So much so that there's hardly any room for Genuity. I think there's so much time put in trying to be palatable that we lose our sense of individuality. Stop retreating into this person created through public acceptance. 

I'm deeply ashamed of people in my life that is so disgusted by the impoverished. I don't sense any ounce of respect for others from them. Respect should be blind, much like justice. Social standing is the root of all evil. I don't pity people who don't pity themselves. If they are happy, why is it my place to say they should be miserable? From the small glimpse I've had of a developing country, I realize that in certain cases living here makes me feel happiest. The most genuine, The most loving. 

A lifetime of being surrounded by people so immersed by their appearances on social media made me realize something. It's really sad to be present with everything else but life. Real-life, not this fabricated, photoshopped idealism. I know that we don't always submerge everything in sugar because, sometimes, it's better just the way it is. 

Today, I learned that shame is not this innately human quality. We were all born with a full sense of confidence. Shame is imposed on us by society. We are victims to a standard. I'm going to choose a path that makes me feel the most like me.

I look around me, and I think to myself, I'm not meant for this era. I feel like authentic connections no longer exist. Lately, it feels like to feel a sense of belonging; you have almost to give up your individualism. I look through social media, and I think, "wow, has society become this hollow." Everyone seemed so absorbed by things I think don't matter. I honestly fear the future; I wouldn't say I like how things are and how things are shaping up.

You meet with someone who piques your interest.  A mutual admiration. Then what? What is the objective?  To fill that part of you that's missing? To satisfy your sexual desires? To find your misplaced purpose in the world? To build a loving family? Why is it that people place so much weight on love?  Why is it that society feels so concrete?  

  You can't rely solely on others for self-growth. Realize that people will always prioritize themselves first before they think about prioritizing others. 

       I don't need to prove that I add value to the world. I do. I don't need to be validated by random people on social media to feel like I'm worth something. I feel obligated to go along with the crowd because success is hiding inside it, but... success is from within. Societal pressure shouldn't get to me. I want to live an authentic, happy, and fulfilled life. 

It's a privilege to be born with a healthy, capable body. I want to acknowledge that because I feel society forgets sometimes. It's truly something to be grateful for. 

  Maintaining everything in my life feels like I'm breaking my spirit; I'm scared I'll become some mindless drone, slowly rusting away from the mundane day-to-day life. 

  Hurt people hurt people; couldn't be more true. 

Born from a golden egg, You had the softest heart.  You grew up under the watchful eyes of those who would judge you. Groomed to walk in heavy shoes. You loved in secret; Stepping on the remnants of your shell. You are conditional,  Only in unknown places, where no one can see. When I was alone sitting on that rock, You approached me with unexpected warmth.  Covered under your wing, I was enamoured. The scenery stopped to admire. That day would have been perfect if it weren't for those watchful eyes. Those who would judge us. I would have kissed you. I should have kissed you. End.