The more I get older, the more I turn myself into the things I last wish to be. Fighting back against those and reminding yourself what you wish to be are what makes an adult much difficult to be. We start forgetting to see the little joys in life. Everyday we become more blinded by the dull routines and we notice more of the problems. We wish for hope lesser and lesser, lest everyone becomes numb.

Hmmmm, my advice to myself ?

As we grow up, it is easy to blame, complain, shout and even hate. But if ever you start to remember the things that make you feel that way, pause. Pause then stop. A small step to making peace with yourself. It's not easy and it's going to be a long process however pause when you feel like doing these. Pause. And when you do, be thankful for that because you stopped yourself from becoming what you wish to not become. That is your other self stopping your awful side of you. That was hope. You still hope for good things to happen. You are still standing and there is some cosmic reason why you are still here.