It came time to turn the page and inflict this suffering masochist ... I finished moping about my life and my loss claims failed relationships. Why live on failures while a long road still stretches under my feet and still holds many treasures just waiting to be found?
I saw my doctor on Tuesday. He would not give me treatment, and, with hindsight, I understand how right he was. All these tricks and toxic chemicals in my body does not help me to raise her head, the contrary.
course, my happiness always passes through the other. But since it is useless to try to strive to make happy someone who wants nothing from you, as much focus on the thousands people who live around you. I'm no Mother Teresa, I'm just a person with affection, and I have a real need to distribute it.
I do it actually, I do not think someone really human ... I'm more of a machine like ... Finally, "love" ... Not as absolute as that does trouble. And at least I am no longer ... I too suffered from excess of love for my people who do not worth the trouble and / or who do not want ... I'll learn to give love that burns in my essence, but wisely ...
Now, I must also learn not to be afraid to love others, and I must learn not to be shy too, but that it will not be easy. .. My shyness is rooted in me like an ancient oak tree that still refuse to be moved at least to see cut. My shyness is a perennial, but also a weed that I must learn to master in order not to miss opportunities that I might regret.
... I'm reborn ...
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