A BEAUTIFUL STRUGGLE

Everyone has different styles and personalities. You just have to adjust your style to cater to the context that surrounds you.

Before I knew it, I found myself trying too hard in social situations. Trying to be "funny". Trying to be "interesting".

I wish I didn’t have to compare my well-being to the hardships of others in order to gain this sense of utter appreciation.

There are other people who also don’t talk that much. But for some reason, they always label me as the “quiet guy”.

Everyone feels that their own experience is of the utmost importance. That it is a make-or-break moment.

A just cause is a mission or a purpose that the company has which is greater than oneself.

Once we plow though these storm clouds, we will hopefully garner a greater sense of appreciation of being simply alive.

I found myself asking: Why Me? Why do I feel anxious, when all my peers are seemingly having a grand old time on Facebook?

There is no good and bad. There is no right and wrong. The virus comes for us all - regardless of how we perceive ourselves.

If you ever want to get into the music business, and create your own line of boy band, here are the five main personality types.

It's important to come to terms with death and the beauty of impermanence. We are not superheroes, we are simply human.

So, it’s inevitable that we are all cogs in this machine called life. And I say that with a sense of relief (not disappointment).

And my eyes suddenly caught the eyes of David. The elderly gentleman. Looking back at me with warmth. Smiling. Encouraging me to go on.

Whatever mindset that you use to approach your life, just realize that it can change in an instant or over a matter of years.

No one is always anything. Always good. Always bad. There’s no permanence or fixture towards labeling.

We spend our days dreaming of a time when we’ll make it in life. We don’t realize that being born in itself is already a huge success.

I usually get the feeling that such outbreaks happen to others, but not to myself. But, now it seems like everyone is vulnerable.

It was a dream come true to work for a company that I grew up admiring ever since I was a little boy.

All that chasing. All that striving. As if what I had at that moment was not enough.

And it took me awhile to get okay with this feeling of being just okay. Of being one of the many. Of being normal and standard.