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Am I living or just passing time?


My life looks good on paper, so why am I unhappy? - Counselling Directory

 "Life is meant to be lived" - they said. But no one really tells how to live properly; when genuine happiness is seen in your eyes — no one really tells how to live, just how to survive.

How do you live? Not just passing time.
When did the days become this dull? When did my life just become wanting to end the day? When did my life became full with problems I didn't even notice?

I want to live.

I want to live my life to the fullest, maximize my time. I want my laugh to fill the room again, I want to be someone who's filled with hope, I want to be someone who is looking forward to tomorrow, not someone who waits for the end of the day.

Life is meant to be lived.

Life is not about rotting in your bed, being on your phone all day, or eating and sleeping all the time. 

Life is about doing what makes you happy, and what helps you to live, not just to pass time. 

You have to surround yourselves with people you want to be with, with the people that can embrace you and make you feel that you are wanted. 

You have to put your self into the world, don't be afraid.

As I grow older, positivity is not the key to surviving the day; it's acceptance - accepting that we have good and bad days, you can fail, you can mess up, it's okay.

Accepting is what brings you peace.

I know making a change in your life is hard, It's scary when things change, but it's even scarier when things just stay the same.

Life is hard to live when you know there's someone who's keeping an eye on you all the time, maybe that's the reason why we don't live properly. 

So. Live, it's your life, you can do anything in your life; you're writing a story, not serving a death sentence. 

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