I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question
The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death
We love ourselves even after we make so many mistakes, so why do we hate others for one or two mistakes they’ve made?
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life