The days, the months pass, they pass and there is a “time” that flows with the fury and storms of a raging river. The river does not have calm waters, or there are very few navigable rivers. So are our thoughts like raging rivers, that need time, pain, experience to become calm waters. This is difficult, seemingly almost impossible, thoughts just like existence itself are a cycle that continues, repeats, repeats and never stops. We are not special, just sufferers of our own existence. And always, we are in search of peace, but does peace exist in itself? Where is it found, is it a mental state that is reached only when you accept yourself, and are not eaten away by the idea of who you could have been. Living in the future is exhausting, sometimes meaningless. “As Albert Camus said in the novel A Happy Death: ‘After I drank my morning coffee, the desire to kill myself left me.’” But my question is, which self must be killed, the one we hate, the version we have created in our mind??

The greatest act of self-acceptance is to accept life as it is and to continue to live, we must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Fear does not disappear, people seek to be happy, ……… Always this futile search for happiness.

A stupid illusion that has led people to do all those foolish things in the search for happiness. We must accept that we are not perfect, we make mistakes, we learn, we fall into despair etc.

It has been a while since I’ve been able to express my thoughts as I should, theory is beautiful, it dictates and describes every feeling but the greatest strength is self-acceptance, and lowering expectations.
Enjoy the sun, a coffee, a walk, a film, a book, the one who does not find pleasure in a coffee will not find it anywhere.