A thought process, an expectation, a desire can become habitual — so much so that you may not realize you no longer need or even want it. You are simply so familiar with needing and wanting it, that your instinctual reaction to giving it up is definitively opposed.
You don’t owe yourself to the things you left behind. You don’t have to worry about the people who don’t worry about you. You don’t have to be fighting an upward battle to have a life that has meaning. You aren’t worthier for having suffered.
Say no when you really want to say no.
It’s your one and only duty to do this.
If you rarely get a chance to have a reciprocal conversation with a person, you’re acting as their audience to a monologue and not as a friend. You also deserve to be listened to and deserve to talk about any problems in your life.
Everybody lives their own hell. There’s no such thing as normal.
Is it selfish to silence your opinion because you want to still be in good graces with your friends? Is it selfish to constantly want your friends to be happy with you all the time? I’m not sure, but it definitely sounds that way when I really sit and think about it.
Love can be honest, and it can be brave, but if you don’t love yourself, and you don’t acknowledge the significance of pursuing a dream, hope, or desire, there’s no nightlight that could ever brighten your path down the tunnel of understood reality.
After all, you have to grow old, but you don’t necessarily have to grow up.
Set a goal, and then see what happens when you actually reach it. Chances are good you’ll surprise yourself with what you’re capable of.