sick of routine and cliché, just choosing the way that seems the easiest. escaping. but without knowing, that it is just another cliché. cuz everybody sometimes chooses that way… in the end, ceasing in sour thoughts.
it’s not us who change our faith, it’s our faith changing us.
it doesn’t matter if you believe in God’s power or not. It’s enough that he believes in your wise choices.
how many times have we made things somehow without asking why?
our pleasant view isn’t so pleasant anymore when we approach, as even a round ball stops rolling after a while.
Dog only bark when they feel threatened, but humans suddenly attack when they’re feeling more confident.
wake up. routine. something cute. something not that cute. routine. bed. feeling weird and making scenarios again, wishing next day will be better and better till we stop seeing that today was exactly like we wished tomorrow would be the day before yesterday.