I cannot help but think about how I pretend to be this strong person yet I unconsciously still try to aspire to other people’s expectations of me.
The only one who can judge people is the Lord himself. Unfortunately, the Lord is often MIA when there’s prime judging to be done.
External validation feels great and makes us feel worthy and important. Finding validation in yourself is way harder. But when you don’t rely on external factors for value, you are more prepared for life: failure, love, loss, true joy and happiness, and the in-between.
If nobody would judge me, I would admit that I was jealous. I was jealous of her. I was jealous of everything you had with her that I spent my lifetime wishing you may one day have with me.
You might be an INFJ if you don’t need to be saved, ever. You can save yourself.
This is not me, you say. But if that’s the case, who is this person? Are you reducing me to the idea that you have of me, the same idea that prevents me from moving out of my comfort zone and exploring myself?
There’s a recurring theme I see everywhere: people love to hate on what someone else is doing if it doesn’t conform to their own ideas. Okay, so we all judge a little.
No matter how many apps you use or how careful you are in weeding out the potential nut jobs, dating can still suck. Maybe this is because we don’t really know how to date anymore.
Love accepts and embraces. Love doesn’t judge; it doesn’t own. Self-loathing judges and owns. Ego judges and owns. Love, well, loves.
So at what point does the judgement begin?