For many years I believed in the standard model of happiness, you know, what everybody tells you that you need to have, wear and live to be a real happy person.
Of course, I was never able to reach those standards, therefore I believed I was not a good person.
If I was not able to accomplish all those requirements, then I should be a loser. After all I was able to see many achievers around me. And if I was the only one who was living in mediocrity then something should be wrong with me.
Those where very difficult years for me.
I couldn’t understand quite well, how was it possible that many of my friends and acquaintances were leaving a perfect life, while I was really struggling to keep my pieces together. Continue reading