Sometimes I wonder whether or not, that someday my whole world will just blow up into a million pieces from all the stress, mayhem, and chaos. Like one day I’ll just really lose it. But then I think to myself.. Maybe it’s supposed to be like this. Maybe there will always be a problem and maybe we will never find a solution to everything.
I figured out today that I’m completly fine with that.
"The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others."
— William Lyon Phelps
