my therapist advised, "learn to calm your own storm instead of venting to others. it may feel therapeutic to let it all out, but you reinforce negative thoughts. it’s no one’s job but yours to pull yourself out of your problems. journal, meditate, exercise,and release." felt that
Increasing your tolerance for discomfort is how you master yourself. The difficult conversations. The uncomfortable silence. The adversity. This is where you grow the most.
The best way to end something is to starve it. No reaction, just don’t feed it. That’s where the true power lies. Where attention goes, energy flows. And when energetic patterns are broken, new worlds emerge. Don't return negative energy. Remove yourself. Create a new algorithm.
You can't grow with people who don't love how growth looks on you. If you don't feel it, flee from it. Growth thrives in places where it's celebrated, not tolerated. Find those who applaud the changes that come with personal evolution. You deserve to be supported, and cherished.
American tourists/Neto Coppel complained about the loud music in Mazatlan so what did the locals do?
Fucking swarmed the streets with banda. Just like, hundreds of musicians playing as loudly and obnoxiously as they can lol
a thing of beauty, truly
You should always think HIGHLY of yourself to the point you know some things don’t deserve your energy. At this age you should be mature enough to know the importance of self value.
As you get older.. you should wanna carry yourself differently. Your mindset should be different. Your morals should be different. Your choices should be different. It’s certain things you can entertain & certain things you have no business entertaining anymore +
You gotta force yourself to get up early. You gotta take care of your responsibilities. You gotta be honest with yourself. You gotta evaluate your priorities and handle business!
Nobody's going to do it for you, these are YOUR goals. YOUR dreams. It all starts and ends with YOU!
When I got into Stanford the first time, my high school classmates told me it was because I was brown to my face in our calculus class. But they didn’t take into account that I begged my mom for an old SAT blue book at a thrift store - that was my test prep. (1/4)