Three point one four

We are officially stressing out. Lay off some of the stress for just a while, your game plan isn't going nowhere. There's no need to rush, because in the long run you can do nothing but have a good time or be miserable. We can't save the human race from extinguishing or keep us selves from being forgotten at some point. We just have to make the best of it, slow it down and don't be so tight about those thing which do not need at firm treating. Look at things in perspective, it could be just the thing that gave your life a little more meaning. My personal view on the meaning of life is: Be happy; it transmit like a decease.

Be yourself

I have for so very long been trying to fit in, but now it's enough. I wont be judged in the terms of normality no longer. I am special and so are you, so why do we try to be something that we are not? It bothers me to see the accomplishments and misfortune of those who strive to be normal, whatever that really is. Surely ignorance is bliss but enlightenment in order to have an individuality is much more important. To you who haven't tried it yet: Do so and do it quickly because you haven't got a second to waste, a new way of life awaits. If you don't catch the train, you will be facing an awfully long walk.

Whole again

I never thought you could actually sell your soul. A soul is an imaginary thing which cannot be handed over. Sadly once upon a time I did just that which I thought to be impossible, just like that. The wicked witch to my fairytale was called Facebook. She kept my soul captive in a little database jar for years. One day the little soul of mine decided to break free, but the wicked witch had put up a hardcore challenge for this to be done. Deleting the account was not as easy as it should or at least could be. After struggling for a while, drastic measures was being used to solve the riddle; reading the Internet for "how-to"'s. Finally the soul broke free and joined my body again. I hope to live happily from now on.

Miracles happen only when you do not force them

Why is happiness such a strange thing? Why is it the joy is gone every time you stop to think about it? I guess the miracles happen only when you do not force them to. Like pleasant surprises or when love occurs. These split second joys like solving complex math equations or a smile from a nice girl or having a hard long laugh with the best of friends grow less fantastic in time. Materialistic thing just doesn't do it for me no more neither, sure new stuff is nice, expensive stuff even nicer but these things only seem to be overly magnificent for days or weeks before they lose their value in creating joy. I'm on a mental journey, I'm heading for the place where I can be happy for a long time in a row. Does anyone really know where that is?