Nobody is going to come and hand you your life. If you are unhappy, nobody else is responsible. At all times, you have two choices: complain or change. And if you continually refuse to choose the latter, you will die just as you are. I don’t think that’s what any of us want, really. We’re always looking for the bigger, better, more miraculous: its ingrained in our humanity and its taught to us by society. Whichever way it comes, its a foundation, and its not worth fighting. Because we are supposed to grow. We are not supposed to be stagnant creatures.

But which direction do we point ourselves in