Is love really a choice? The more I love the more I realize love just is— it just exists. On its own, independent of my thoughts, actions, or beliefs. It’s always here, always around, even when I’m not trying. So I don’t really have to “choose” it. I don’t decide to love… it happens outside of my control. Love controls me. Love chooses me. Love is an entity I have been possessed by. This wasn’t something I chose. Honestly my ego is still scared shitless of love, but its power over me overrides the fear. Love forced itself on me.
You can live your life or live for others but you can’t do both.
That “stay positive” mantra is cute but it ain’t realistic. Constant positivity is a form of avoidance, and not a valid solution to your problems. Sometimes life is fucked up, and the healthiest thing your ass could do is admit it. And I understand that you have to stay positive in order to receive the benefit in “shitty situations”. I’m referring to those who use it all the time in order for them to not confront the real problem at hand. Problems do not solve themselves by you “staying positive”. Stop trying to avoid the issue and deal with it head on because the longer you wait, the longer whatever you’re running from will be an issue.
When you work at something you dislike, it can bring enormous stress and anxiety to your life. But when you work at something you truly love, it invigorates and inspires you constantly. Since we often have to tackle work or obligations that we dislike, we may feel that those things we dislike will dictate the tone of our day and affect our mood. But it doesn’t have to be that way. You may be involved in something now that you aren’t wild about, but if you could find something to like about it, it might change your outlook.
love in freestyle.
love in free form.
To everyone that’s wronged me even when I was right to them, I forgive you. Even if you aren’t sorry. My heart is happy, regardless. I wish you well and I pray karma doesn’t do too much damage to you even though you deserve whatever comes your way.
You cause pain to the people you outgrow, when you stay attached to them.