There are some moments in our lives where we wished that things worked out by themselves. It can be worse than solving a Rubik’s cube. You’re trying to make the best of a situation, but there’s always this pressure in succeeding in everything you do: work, family, relationships, problems, quests. Being under pressure all the time builds up to anxiety, stress and depression. After those symptoms started their own “hate party” then bad superstition kicks in and a big black cloud appears over your karma. We’ve all been stuck before. We call it “bad luck” sometimes. An eternal emptiness. Useless. Disrespected. Corrupted. Reckless. Broke. You lose your confidence, no one seems to understand you accept a prescription or some sort of diagnosis. What puzzles me is that it really doesn’t matter what you accomplish, everyone is the same when it comes to accepting some dark hard days. Once a troublemaking phase is far gone, your brain crashes and immediately starts looking for answers, solutions, hope. There’s always a way to stop being negative. Measure your risks, think outside that box, that’s mandatory. Don’t be influenced by anyone and question yourself “what am I looking for?”.