We avoid our own happiness when we talk so much , when you know you’re just defending yourself and your mind but you talk to the wrong people and they don’t understand , they never will and you cause yourself pain everytime...why bother? Why inflict yourself with pain and hurt when you can simply smile with your mind and face ?
Let go of stress , live in abundance, focus on your own happiness , don’t hold on to hate, it will only make things worse for you.
Ways to help you let go:
talk to a friend you trust
wake up every morning and write a full page of everything that crosses your mind, the good stuff, the stupid things like how the washing machine needs to be fixed, errands that you can turn to something fun(I suggest music,dancing as they make the time pass and cheer you up, full you up with inspiration or funny videos ( I watch Conan , Jimmy Fallon...they always cheer me up when I’m down)
write down a list of things you need to forgive yourself for
write down a list of things you need to love about yourself, read it everyday
write down letters to people that hurt you,don’t actually send them but mention what they’ve done and how they’ve hurt you, let GO of everything.
Eliminate any friends that cause you stress and nag at you all day long and never get excited for your own happiness
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, 'I’m going to pee.' hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking; talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes; the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3am; being told you snore; hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce; but always carring on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends; your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side and her doing the same; sleeping together”
― Charles Bukowski, Women