Searching for a pattern, seeing a broken heart in new love, Why do we let old hurt ruin present happiness. A letter from a girl who found love again, and is still haunted by her last great love. She is looking for hope that perhaps this time she will not run from her happiness.
From Aristotelian ethics of Eudaimonia(Greek term for happiness and highest human good) to a different perception of it in 2020 – the word happiness, stands undefined, immeasurable, and is generational. Happiness is multidimensional and the sum of momentary pleasures, they say, while there are few reports of having it measured by answering the questionnaire in a myriad of surveys.
So what keeps the GenZ happy?
Do you sometimes feel like you don’t belong, or you have been given a membership to a club you don’t belong in? These 15 things will help you feel more at ease with yourself. Here is something that will help you feel better when you don’t feel good enough.
A person living with extreme depression often loses the ability to imagine a happy future or remember a happy past. Every day is a constant struggle, and he or she may see self-harm and suicide as the only option out. People with depression are often not able to weigh their options properly. If you have any such thoughts please seek help. Here is a poem written from the view of a person experiencing suicidal tendencies.
Human beings are complex creatures. Some of us love fiercely.
What happens when a relationship ends? Nothing teaches us how to deal with the pain and void that comes after. This is an attempt at debunking heartbreak. Nowhere am I trying to depict that this is the universal truth but here is an idea. Or maybe it’s just the ramblings of a heartbroken person. Read on if you’d like.
“We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.” – Patrick Rothfuss
We have all learnt to hide ourselves, behind thick curtains, not allowing our true selves to peek through. We have all become actors, worthy of the greatest awards. But maybe we have dwelled so much on weaving these intricate masks for the world to see, that we lost track of what about us is real and what is not.