Successful people are able to deliver and present their life to others as something to be coveted. 

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. 

Why is there resistance when people speak about the bad parts of everyday life?  People always try to display pessimistic feelings through a positive frame or through comparison. No. There's as much value in knowing just how bad things are versus how great things can be. There wouldn't be any joys in life if we didn't first know and understand everything that makes it bad. We cope according to our hurt and pains. I think it's important to acknowledge that every emotion contributes to the best version of ourselves, not just the ones that makes us feel good.

I think it's a weakness of mine to always be thinking deeper than I should be about others' actions. I guess in a lot of ways, I look beyond simply what's there. People just aren't as considerate as I would like them to be. I think moving forward, I shouldn't be either. It took me so long to realize just how selfish everyone around me really is.  In the world we live in, appreciation is short-lived. 

There's a lot of humility in not oversharing. The reason is that you are not too caught up in your own life. You acknowledge the complexities of others'. I learned that I'm so much happier when I'm not preoccupied with force-feeding my life to people and hoping it's up to their taste. Food tastes much better when you make changes that cater to your  palate.     

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. 

I feel a lot of pressure to be someone that is able to bear all the problems of my loved ones. It's what my parents did for me and I want to be able to do the same but better. I feel a lot of pressure from the idea of leaving this mission unfulfilled. I also feel pressure from the ambiguity of what this mission really means to me. 

It's so sad how conditional everything is. If you're in a horrible life circumstance, you're constantly selling your soul from one party to another to better your situation. No one is willing to help just for the sake of it. 

I put pressure on myself to be liked by as many people as possible. I try to be all sorts of charming, but to be honest, It feels destructive. I can't help but feel like I'm not me. The reason I'm still so performative is that fear that being anything else than charming makes people hate me or not want to be around me. Looks of discontent are particularly deadly. 

Today I got to thinking...the world is unfair to those who lack the means of presence or meaning. Is sad to think about how some lives appear like they matter more than others. It's sad to realize that we only ever celebrate the lives and accomplishments of those who have capitalized on self-marketing. What about the voices drowned out by sports coverages, the latest news on fashion, and celebrity flings? As much as social media tries to narrow our view of the world, there are people out there suffering, put in cages eating scraps of opportunity, and slowly dying out from famine, violence, or both. The scope of pain has no borders. I take this time to write to acknowledge that pain. I take this time to write to celebrate the lives of all strangers drowned out by trivial headlines. Everyone's life matters, and there's no distribution or averages; life at its barest is equal.

What makes great leaders is that they can capitalize on one central collective belief. When someone validates our beliefs, that's our tipping point; that's when blood, sweat, and tears pour out.

Expression is a basic need. Like food, without proper amounts, we don't shape up to be the best version of ourselves. My media of expression is writing. I believe that everyday life's chaos and sadness are made easier when in writing.

If you take time to zoom out and look beyond yourself, the world can be beautiful despite all the shitty things happening right now. The sky is particularly beautiful today.

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 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. 

  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.

There are days when people expectedly uplift you. Surprise! All of a sudden, you have a smile. These days are the warmest.