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Do It Yourself

Its 2:56am as I write this and all that has been keeping me awake apart from the fact that I’m an insomniac is instagram videos. No, I’m not a social media freak but I like to laugh so whatever makes me laugh, I do. Do you ever get sad for no reason or is it just me? Do you find yourself crying for no reason and after it, you feel better and stronger? Sometimes, some of us usually have a feeling of emptiness even when we should be filled but then, we are human hence emotional beings. We search from time to time for that thing that can make us truly happy, laugh, sleep without worries but the answer lies within us.

When last did you spoil yourself? When last did you buy yourself a new outfit or shoe not because you needed it but because you thought you deserved it? (Except you’re a shopaholic like me), When last did you buy yourself a drink, ice-cream, chocolate or whatever you see as a treat? Or have you tried to go to a fun place (according to your kind of fun) not because you’re bored but because you earned it? How do you work so hard and not reward yourself then expect to be happy? You don’t even have to spend money to be happy all the time of course, depends on how you intend going about your pursuit for happiness.

How do you intend compensating yourself for all your hard work and sacrifices? Look at yourself – your past, present and the kind of future you envisage, look at the kind of hard work you’re putting into it, don’t you deserve an applause in form of a treat? An out-of-the-norm experience, a thank you from you to you? Of course you do. Another way you can make yourself happy (this is where your focus should be) is by doing something for yourself. Learning a new skill, using your talent or using a skill you have to develop yourself. You’ve probably lived all your life doing things for others, making the dreams of others work without realizing it, this is the time to do you.


You don’t want to spend the energetic part of your life just fulfilling another person’s dream yeah? I thought so too. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make the dreams of others work by contributing towards it physically, mentally or even financially. It only means that you should work on your dreams even as you help others actualize theirs. It’s time to be your own star, you need to put yourself in the spotlight you have to create by yourself and for yourself. Put yourself first because YOU MATTER. You cannot give what you don’t have and you don’t want to lose yourself while making others hence the need to fall in love with YOU.

There is a misconception we have regarding being happy, and that is thinking that others can make us happy. NOBODY was created to make you happy, people choose to make you happy if they want to just the way you’re going to choose to make yourself happy from now on. Never depend on others for your happiness because they’re not obliged to make you happy. You have to look for happiness within yourself. You owe yourself that. Nobody owes you that. Yes, life is not a bed of roses, bla bla, we all know that, but even in the face of disappointments, challenges, whatever, you can pull yourself together and focus on what matters – YOUR HAPPINESS. Life is not a Dettol advert, if something doesn’t make you happy, another thing will, you just have to find that thing and you’re good.



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