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Thoughts for a better life
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Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2019
Pozitívne myslenie. 
Mnoho ľudí sa snaží cely život mat pozitívne myšlienky.
Ale aj napriek tomu neprichádzajú.
Čo robíme zle? 
Existuje nejaký návod, ako pozitívne myslieť? 

Naša myseľ hrá v našich životoch kľúčovú rolu. 
Veľa vecí,ktoré sa nám deju má na príčine práve ona.
Vytvárame si svoj strach,svoj hnev, ale tiež aj svoje šťastie.
Každý deň môže byť zlý ,keď sa naň tak pozeráš a naopak.

Rada by som ťa znova zoznámila s nejakými krátkymi úvahami o našom bytí. Znova preto,lebo už si o nich počul ,ale nechal si ísť odísť. 
Je načase ich prijať a nechať rásť v tvojom vnútri počas celého tvojho života.
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