We are human beings, we have qualities. Some of them are good some of them not so good. How do you decide which one of them is your worst quality? The worst quality may be the one that causes some trouble or causes trouble for people you care.
I think my worst quality is believing in people. I was disappointed many times but the people I care by the people I love. Maybe it happens because of my expectations are too high. When I give 110% for someone I expect it back. And the worst of the worst I find it hard to forgive.

The best of the best is not to have expectations. To live life as it comes. To be happy for the good moments, and to pass those that are not that good.

It is easier said than done. Because every time something happens I blame me for letting myself believe that people are good, that people care for you as you care for them.

I will try first to forgive myself for caring, for hurting myself. disappointment is part of life. So deal with it and go on live your life as you want and not as you are expected to live.


Weekly Writing Challenge: Just Do It

So you want to be a writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

Charles Bukowski