A Letter to Myself

Dear Self,

Don't be afraid to allow yourself to be ambitious.They will note your failures, belittle your  accomplishments, and misunderstand your truth. They are flawed. Remember that you are also flawed. They are lost in a mundane routine, while you are riding the highs and lows of a dreamer. You will find a social resiliency that allows you to connect without being harmed.

Focus. Push through the haze, and find your thesis. A story without focus is a plot. You do not live for semantics; do not expect your reader to be interested in them. You live for art, for a clearer understanding of the human condition, and to pull yourself out of a never ending existential crisis. Establish these truths in your writing. Let them know that you are lost. Tell them that you are fighting for inner peace. Tell them that you are angry at your faithless heart.

Then you still have hope

If you can look at the sunset and smile, and find beauty in the colours of a small flower, then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, and if the
smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people, and if the rain breaking on a
roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder,
and if the soft fur of a favoured pet still feels pleasant under your
fingertips, then you still have hope.

20 Genius things you can do with that used tea bag

I have personally tried some of this tricks, and it worked for me, it's just simply amazing, 

The next time you drink a cup of tea, don’t throw away the tea bags, try some of this useful tricks.   

You can use them for different purposes.

1. Skin Irritation, Burns, Bruising, Mosquito Bites.

Pour the dry tea bag with water and put it on the spot that needs treatment of inflammation. You can use this trick for dark eye circles, to lower the swelling around the eyes and refresh this area.

What goes around

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was those
chills which only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.
Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.