Bad stuff happens to you and to everyone, that's a reality.

As years go by we must master our emotional states (Sadness, anxiety, feeling down because someone didn't treat you right, et cetera). 😭😭😭

Trying to remain positive, not exploding and never giving up is the meaning of being resilient to me.

We are sensitive humans, yes, even you, tough guy at the gym. Feelings are a part of human psychology, but that doesn't mean one should be a slave to them.

One suggestion is to meditate when something happens, it helps me understand the problem and feel relief. 😄

Another tip would be to get imediately out, go walk! Go to the park, the forest or the beach and feel the true healing power of being truly connected to mother earth. 🌳🌳

How about you? How do you deal when you're not feeling like the sunflower you are?

"Don't grumble, Give a whistle

And this'll help things turn out for the best.

And...

Always look on the bright side of life."

- Monthy Python - Always look on the bright side of life

     I once thought I had a beautiful future life planed and dreamed for me, as everybody else has:
A good job, marriage, a big family, a divine physical appearance, a fast car, parties, lots of money, being famous... 

     How often do I dream and work toward meeting objectives in order to have one or more of these things achieved in my future?

"Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act Normal. Walk on the pavement. Watch TV. Obey the law. Save for your old age. Now repeat after me: I AM FREE"

    But who assures me that these are the things that will make me feel fulfilled and "happy"? Are my dreams and ambitions really worthy of being called mine?

Unknowingly, my whole life, concepts of beauty, happiness, freedom, were all implanted at some point. Society, government, or whatever is controlling us, with tools such as media, or somewhere along the way... I lost myself!

     And only a couple years ago I realized how much of "me" I really am (Or rather am not), and how little I can be within the limits are imposed.

FREEDOM ? Will I ever be able to call it mine?
Are my dreams, desires, likes and hates really mine or were they the ones implanted by others?

Now I see how brainwashed I've been... Still am... But I'll stop it!

Whatever it takes, even detachment seems like a good option in some sort, into achieving this kind of power, because only then I am free to evolve myself... Who knows, will I attain peace? freedom? Will I then be able to say that  this life as really mine?