Alexa Doncsecz

Just when you think the world has ended…

Every night we gaze into the mirror and look at the person we are trying to improve.

The other road. The #2 door. We all wonder from time to time what lies on the other side of it.

Forgiveness is an interesting game. Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish whether we are waiting for someone to forgive us or whether we are trying to forgive ourselves.

I never went to public school. This is probably for the best because frankly I don’t think I would have survived.

We pile on the titles, the fancy adjectives, the accomplishments and the attributes, when what we are searching for is someone who doesn’t love us for any of that, but instead loves us for what we are underneath it all.

It is no secret that our society seeks immediate gratification, but it was not necessarily his recognition of an immoral action that stuck with me, rather the shame he expressed so profoundly.

My good deeds tend to go unrecognized and sometimes it is hard for me not to resent that, not to wonder why I couldn’t just succeed in what seems to be a simple task of performing a random act of kindness.

Most of us strive for greatness, but it can be tough for the meager pawn to make its way past all the more able-bodied giants to the other end of the war-zone.

If anything at all, reading lists of other people’s life strategies should only spark you to think of your own, not pressure you to adopt theirs.

Hate him or love him, you can’t deny Bieber’s popularity.

It seems that no matter where we are in life, we are always attracted to the idea of an escape. And without it being stated, everyone understands what it is we are trying to escape from.