Being happy.

I think if you really wanted to, you could be happy. Just let go of all the burdens that you have. Forgive everyone that has ever done you wrong. Love the people that talk bad about you and remember all the little things that you’ve been given. Realize how more fortunate you are than half of the children in the world. Understand that struggles only make you stronger and that you are stronger than you really think you are. See that you are irreplaceable, that there is only one you and no one can take away all that you are except for yourself. Don’t expect anything back whenever you give, and give unconditionally. & most importantly, just smile through all the circumstances. 

But we don’t try. We wallow in our own self pity. We focus on the negative things and only remember the wounds instead of remembering the scars and the healing that came through the pain. We cry over the stupidest things, fighting everyone off and eventually hating ourselves for doing so. We wish for things we don’t have, and hate the people that don’t reciprocate our efforts. We complain how unhappy we are, how unfair life is treating us, but let me ask you this: do you really want to be happy? Because if you really applied yourself, you could be. You wouldn’t have to cry yourself to sleep every night. You wouldn’t have to hurt yourself or think about ending your life. You could just be happy with what you have, but maybe that’s not what we want. We’re only happy when we get what others have, and in the end we end up destroying ourselves for no apparent reason, living for everyone else but ourselves.

humans.

quoted.