Realizing that much of our own anger is derived from us ACCEPTING to be mad at ourselves brings into light the truth of having a mind. Our thoughts and habits are under our control. When we start making plans to improve ourself it is obvious to allow certain new habits that old ones have done astray from in place of loathing, a mistaken brand of pride…

Maybe we only wait until the last minute because we are addicted to the rush.

The ways we run our lives are on a small piece of paper owned by a big angry dude in the sky. He’s got a plan for everyone and we just do what he says, free will is seen but not acted on; a facade. But in reality, we create our own expectations and they run us. What makes us happy and find meaning then start to go, are our expectations. Without knowledge of that part of self, our drive and therefore path will always be unknown…

You are not your emotions. And sometimes emotions are fuuuuucking stupid. Seeing them as such becomes quickly self deprecating. It should not! One can navigate around this the same way one navigates around freaking out over a stupid person doing something silly and misunderstanding it. Dub the emotion silly and everywhere it comes up, take a breathe to deal with that moment and let the reaction go. Its silly…

Its morning, you’re going to work. Breathings heavy, hair is a mess and you’re leaning too far forward, feeling uncomfortably hot and stiff in mystery areas that you can’t stretch. You know that you’re bothered and the brain starts jumping at things; bills, romantic crap, need better car, should go to the gym, should be this, should do that, should blah fuck blahdeedblahh. This is aimless critique and it should be critiqued first before you chop yourself off…

To create happiness only for specific standards or situations is seen by many as belittling the worth of your happiness. This is a flawed argument. It may be sought after more and highly appreciated but the reasons and delivery of your happiness far outweigh the amount. It is a wonderful thing to be abundant in, not condescension which is what one creates when pretending they are too good for something…