I strongly think believe there is nobody out here who enjoys dwelling on their past misfortunes, mistakes or failures…no-bo-dy. There is a simple reason as to why such a habit is not enjoyable: it robs one off of the preciousness of their present. Simple. This post will be as brief as a yawn as it simply but deeply highlights this assertion.
“Holding on to your unhappy past robs you off of the preciousness of your present”
Stop with the whimpers! Stop with the freaking complaints!
How many times are we going to kickabout the things we do not possess? How long do we have to bollix up our happy moments by feeling down because we ‘are not’ where we think we have to be in life? How much yawping must our souls endure before we take a look at the good things that we are blessed with?