Sometimes when I catch myself comparing myself to others, I am reminded that we are all walking our own life paths.

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Sometimes when I catch myself comparing myself to others, I am reminded that we are all walking our own life paths.
I would much rather see the best in you. Remember you for all the great and wonderful things you did. But instead, you have forced me to witness the selfish, heartless beast that you really are. Why did you have to go and shatter my fantasy world? Why did you have to teach me to hate you? Why did you have to disappoint me time and time again?
The Stages of Grief: Acceptance
The truth slowly sinks in. It’s no longer so much about seeking answers to what happened and why but about accepting and understanding that it is what it is. Things are not changing.
Acceptance means waking up each morning realizing and enduring again the pain of losing your other half. Acceptance means staring blankly out the office window reliving old memories, knowing these memories are the only things you have. Acceptance means letting go all shreds of hope while holding back tears from not wanting to let go at all. Acceptance is not easy. Acceptance is not quick. But acceptance is what eventually frees you.
Understand that acceptance is part of the process and acceptance will pass. Understand that the pain and tears will eventually fade and disappear. Understand that waiting at the other end is a better you.
接受是一種不捨 而再不是堅持地尋找解釋和答案
I'm ready. I do...
I wanna be the one to hold your hand in case you PK. It’s OK if we fall together because we will pull each other up, dust each other off and continue walking, hand in hand.
Happiness comes from being there for friends in their time of need.
Thank you for thinking of me and giving me the honour to be one of those people.
Moving on to Mark Manson's second advice from 10 Life Lessons to Excel in your 30s, let's see how I fair here.
2. Start taking care of your health now, not later.
This, I know, is something I'm completely failing at. Health is not something I have given much thought to in the past. Having grown up skinny, I always ate what I wanted and whenever I wanted. I wasn't into sports and the most exercise I got was probably a bike ride down to the park, if even. No one ever questioned my health and I never cared myself. Now I know what you might be thinking, there's an obvious fault to my logic and that's associating being skinny to good health. Being young, I didn't know better. Health, back then, was to avoid being called fat.
A smile can be as simple as seeing someone you care about happy.
After reading Mark Manson's 10 Life Lessons to Excel in your 30s I really wanted to see how I measured up to these said "lessons". Having turned the big 3-0 four months ago, I think this comparison would be a good way to gauge where I am now and how much work I have cut out for me the next nine years. (Oh dear!) Anyhow, let's cut the introduction and get to the self-examination.
1. Start saving for retirement now, not later.
First thought: I think I've done pretty well! Ever since I've been working full time, I've always took out a portion of my paycheck to put into savings. I can't say that the fund is specifically for retirement but it's there nonetheless. Looking back, I think I've always been good with money. At a young age, my parents instilled the "don't live beyond your means" business with me. And naturally with my frugal personality, I never spent money frivolously or in places I didn't see deserving.
To catch a glimpse of the past through the corner of your eye.
The unexpected sight of one simple thing stings the heart. The eyes well up with tears. Memories long gone resurfaces. Pain and anxiety stabs the chest. The mind and soul cannot bear to face and take on the past.
When things get to be too much, it's time to shut them out and work on yourself.
When life gets to be too overwhelming, remind yourself to take a break. Take a time-out to meditate and rejuvenate. Go do what makes you feel good. You must first take care of yourself before you are any use to others.
Sometimes I feel as if we’re all chasing after that something. Something that’s inevitably just a dream.
Be true to yourself.
Be true to yourself. Do what you want, say what you think, show how you feel. Things may not turn out the way you want but at least you were honest. Don't give yourself an excuse to regret.
When I don't care, I wouldn't bother to give you the time of day. But when I do, I can't wait to give you all day, everyday.
Someone once told me they're happy if I respond to more than four messages at a time while another told me they feel like I'll never stop talking. So how have I treated you? How much do I care?
Why do I only write when I’m down? Because these are the time when I learn and grow.
Happiness makes us complacent. Fulfillment makes us forget to push for more. When everything seems perfect, no one will stop and ask what could be done differently. Only in times of grief will we pause and reflect on what has culminated around us. Who, what, when, where, why, how? Only then will true self-growth take place.
The coldness is just a mask. A pokerface I wear for the game of life.
It’s a job. You can either learn to live with it or learn to love it.
I used to envy those people who are so passionate and love they work they do. I always asked myself, how? How do people fall in love with their jobs? Love is a strong word to be using to describe work. That just made no sense to me. A job is called work because that's exactly what it is. It implies exertion of effort and labour and that's not supposed to be enjoyable. Here I'm imagining our poor Chinese ancestors being shipped off to Canada to build a railroad. Moving giant iron bars, hammering it out in the heat and being blown apart by explosives. So unless you have a self-injury disorder, I don't see how anyone would love doing that. But recently I've come to realize that effort and labour can feel good. Putting in effort to accomplish something feels good. Seeing results from your effort feels good. What I've learned is your job is not going to make you feel passion and love for it, rather you're supposed to find love and passion for your job. Some people might say "Yeah okay, so you're living in denial. You're making up something that's not really there." And so what if i am? We live one third of our lives working. Would you rather be happy or miserable during this time? I think the choice is obvious. If your job is not absolutely terrible, I think you can slowly learn to love it. Quit whining and complaining. Stop being indifferent. Make the most out of what you do everyday.
I hide my heart with the things I say from my head.
In order to shield myself from hurt, pain and disappointment, I usually share with others only what I think and not how I feel. The logic being the less I divulge, the less one has to use against me. And so, I try to live with my heart in this logic. In a dark, untrusting place where yes, I will never experience heartache but at the same time never any pleasure. But as emotions usually have it, no matter how I try to protect myself, I will still fall for those I care about. My heart still gets heavy and eyes still cry tears. I lose a smile and gain a wound. In the end, I still feel when I might not necessarily want to.