Success is all the money in the world; happiness is having people to spend it on.
Success is measurable; happiness is limitless.
Success is a fancy car; happiness is a great ride.
Success is working hard; happiness is loving the work.
Success is the fame; happiness is the rise.
Success is the race; happiness is the finish line.
Success is having everyone know your name; happiness is having the right people know your name.
Success is being right; happiness is being true.
Success is earned, happiness is achieved.
Success is awards; happiness is its own reward.
Success is money in the bank; happiness can’t be deposited.
Success is private jets; happiness is flying high.
Success is never easy; happiness will never feel difficult.
Success is money; happiness is value.
Success is sacrifice; happiness is plentiful.
Success is late hours; happiness is all day.
Success is second homes; happiness is always home.
Success is material things; happiness is in the materials.
Success is pursuing your dreams; happiness is living your dreams.
Success is praise; happiness is never needing it.
Success is reaching the top; happiness has no ceiling.
Success is all the money in the world; happiness is needing none of it.
Success is doing what you love; happiness is loving what you do.
Success is just ahead; happiness was never behind.
Success is pursued; happiness is acquired.
Success is getting everything you ever wanted; happiness is not needing any of it.
Success is calculated; happiness doesn’t need a cheat sheet.
Success is envied; happiness is shared.
Success is perfection; happiness is embracing the imperfections.
Success is going the distance; happiness is enjoying the destination.
Post written by Lauren Martin of Elite Daily.
Experiences help you grow; mistakes hold you back.
Experiences leave lessons; mistakes leave regrets.
Experiences make you smarter; mistakes make you question.
Experiences show you the way; mistakes lead you into the dark.
Experiences are necessary; mistakes are inescapable.
Experiences are great for stories; mistakes are for nights you can’t sleep.
Experiences build you up; mistakes tear you down.
Experiences are welcomed; mistakes are uninvited.
Experiences give you character; mistakes make you a character.
Experiences lead to new opportunities; mistakes take them away.
Experiences define you; mistakes bother you.
Experiences are praised; mistakes are pardoned.
Experiences hurt; mistakes hurt more.
Experiences create; mistakes destroy.
Experiences fill you up; mistakes empty you.
Experiences add value; mistakes add weight.
Experiences are for the great; mistakes are for the weak.
Experiences drive creativity; mistakes drive insanity.
Experiences last forever; mistakes last a minute.
Experiences create leaders; mistakes create lamenters.
Experiences drive creativity; mistakes drive madness.
Experience leads to new beginnings; mistakes feel like the end.
Experiences inspire creativity; mistakes create chaos.
Experiences are praised; mistakes are regretted.
Experiences mold you; mistakes burn you.
Experiences shower you; mistakes drown you.
Experiences are collected; mistakes are rejected
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Ari Eastman has been deeply hurt. We have all been through this once (or twice or three times, heck even four times) but you know what? After all is said and done, you rise stronger. So whatever it is you are going through, pick yourself up and walk on, you cant go back now.
I’m done writing about you.
I’m done pinning my delusional daydreams along the curve of your spine. Done letting your ghost trace my hidden anxieties with icy fingers, kissing the silhouette of unfulfilled promises. I’m done howling underneath your full moon only to retire back to my den alone, a lone wolf. I’m done looking for you when I have no fucking clue where you are.
I’m done romanticizing goodbyes, reimagining the last time you walked out my door with some melancholy soundtrack. Like maybe if I give this shit some cinematic twist, I’ll get my happy ending eventually. I’m done crying to Landslide. I’m a damn cliché.
I’m done with bitter words that are just a poorly covered façade. My gooey insides are just hoping they can go incognito for just a little longer.
I’m done justifying why you left. Done playing Russian Roulette with our memories. Like…
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I don’t think there should be such fights in love. You should never have to fight with someone to show you affection. Don’t hurt yourself fighting battles that should fight themselves; unless you don’t know your worth.
Loving someone who has walls up is not a careless decision. It takes a conscious commitment to assign yourself as the one to take the first strike at the concrete surrounding their heart. These are people who have painted over their fragile skin with instant-ready cement, blocking out the feel of fingerprints and the echo of empty promises. They tell themselves that all the little nuances that make them secret romantics have to stay hidden away.
But despite it all — despite the walls and the “do not enter” sign they hang around their neck — you might just fall for them. And in some miracle of ways, they might fall for you, too.
For them, loving you will be like walking into a construction zone: messy and just a little bit dangerous. But it all will come with the promise of tearing down old walls to make room for…
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In order to posses a treasure, one must in return give up what the treasure is WORTH. Can I get an Amen!!
When I confessed to my EX’s questioning of my fidelity over a year ago, all she could say was “wow”. She seemed very taken aback by my answer. So today, when I was asked ‘why men cheat’ by a young lady during a Public Speaking event, I was initial hesitant to share the full conversation me and my EX had about her suspicion of my lack of loyalty.
“Can you tell me why all men cheat on loyal Women?” a curly haired PreMed student asked me today, during my public speak to a room full of 300 Women. My response to her question was,
“Males cheat on loyal women to boost their ego. A woman can be perfect for him. Beautiful, career minded, own money, cooks, does whatever he wants her to do in bed, loyal, intelligent, educated, faithful and yet, he will still cheat on her with an ugly…
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In 130 days I’m getting married, and a friend recently asked me why I love my fiancé. I wanted to share a deeper perspective on Amanda and I’s relationship, so before I answered why I love her, I had to first explain to him the reasons I don’t love my future bride to be.
I came to two conclusions:
First is, I don’t love Amanda for what’s on the outside. I know. It sounds cheesy, it sounds sappy. This perspective is not a novel idea by any means. How many times have you heard someone say, “I don’t love you for what’s on the outside. I love you for what’s on the inside.” But that brings me to my second conclusion.
I don’t love Amanda for what’s on the inside either.
Now don’t get me wrong, there are many things on the inside and outside that I love about
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