Novel & Cerita Breaking The Habit Of Being Yourself

"Babe, you have to get out of your own head! You're driving yourself crazy. Is Michael hurting right now? Is Rob? Are you?" "Well, no," I muttered. "Then keep doing what you're doing. Just be upfront and honest with everyone. Most importantly, be honest with yourself. If at any point, any of this becomes too overwhelming, then you have every right to walk away and start fresh. You're only twenty-five! This is the perfect time for you to live a little."

He stopped looked at the crowd who was looking at him. "I'm not saying that hardships are not written, they are, it's the part of life but the important thing to remember is that being a victim is a choice, we can let our hardships define us consume us or we can accept them and discover the extraordinary abilities that we have in our lives to create the outcome we choose and cherish them. My mom used to tell me a story, I would like to tell you too. There was a small dog, stayed alone, never had a friend but he was strong, he was small but never let someone else step on him. He owned his himself so what if he couldn't run for too long or so what he couldn't play with other dogs, the importan

Giving time to yourself is the most incredible thing you can ever gift yourself with. Having to think what's worth and what's not, what to keep and what to toss away. Its not being depressed like most Africans think! To hell with that! It's paving the tar road for yourself, for your life, and amazingly for your future. It's being virtous to yourself with every single thread of everything concerning your life. I was a lost confused soul, never wanted to be alone, I always wanted to have a boyfriend in my life for me to be happy, that was my main hindrance.

"First of all, I am close to entering my first year in the university. I don't go to parties, don't smoke, don't drink and I haven't dated any girl in real life. I live a socially awkward life befitting of a loner. I also suck at dressing to be honest with you. I don't see myself as a good boy but I can't stop people from seeing me that way. I can't stop people from assuming that I am a good boy even when I am not a good boy." "Well, I tried all of the things that I mentioned to you and it felt good to be a part of it. Then, I did all the things I wanted but it didn't take long before I felt this wasn't me. So, I started dropping all the bad habits I didn't want in my life. It wasn't easy at

I just shrugged. “I didn’t break up with you because of him. I did that for myself. My mom is right. All this time, I do things to please other people. I wasn't able to do what I want. That is why now, I want to make the most out of it. I need to love myself again." I explained. He smiled and nodded. “Fine. But always remember that I am just here for you.” "I know. Thank you, Seb!"

Just releasing. I tell myself I'm shaping something, but really, I'm just trying not to break.

I kicked off my shoes, set my bag down, and leaned my head back against the door as if I could merge with it and disappear. The day had been long. Heavy. Overwhelming. But also… illuminating. I poured tea, held the warm mug between my palms, and whispered to the quiet room: “I am not broken.” The words trembled, but they were real. “I am learning.” Soft, tender, fragile. “And maybe… maybe I deserve happiness.” It scared me to say it. But it also felt like the first truth I’d spoken entirely for myself. I curled up with my notebook — the one place where I never lied — and wrote:

“How are you with all of it? Genuinely. Not the diplomatic version.” I thought about it. “I’ve spent this week dismantling a story I believed about myself for forty-two years,” I said. “And finding that what’s underneath it is — simpler. Smaller, in a good way. Just a person rather than a product of a particular inheritance.” I paused. “It’s strange. And it’s better.”

To work hard, to stay away from rotten people and meaningless pain. To never destroy myself for the mistakes of others. If no one loves you, then love yourself a little more.

“‘Don’t bring people down to make yourself feel better.’” I burst out laughing. “Stoppp!” I whined, playfully nudging him. He paused and turned to face me, his expression softening. “To be honest,” he said, “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. You’re finally growing wings, and it’s totally fine to change old habits. Coming from someone who’s dropped a lot of them — people got nothing on you, Zara. You just need to know you’re perfect the way you are.”