I believe in the sacredness that lies in the word ‘love’. To utter “I love you” requires great courage, commitment and suffering. Hence, I dare not claim to love you.
The self within us that we have always been, that has been waiting, waiting and sleeping inside of us all along. This is worth celebrating.
Some of the most prevalent misconceptions about self-love are a result of how excessively we overcompensate for our lack of it.
It’s okay if you keep yourself busy, and if you’re happy just being instead of being with someone else.
Accept a life of mediocrity and don’t try to change it. Dream careers and exciting travel and supportive partners and loyal friends were made for other people, not you. Just sit there, and feel nothing. Not triumph nor failure. Just be neutral, just take this as your fate.
Find what makes you unique and stick to it.
You think that ripping your heart by yourself and only handing out certain pieces is best, because you’re the one still holding your heart. You think this is the way to avoid heart break, but in the end of it all your heart is still broken — you just did it to yourself.
Don’t spend your life suffering because of self-inflicted pain from believing you’re not good enough. Fall in love with yourself, find your passions and pursue what makes you feel alive.
Embrace the truth. You suck at plenty of things. Nonetheless, the good thing is that you are allowed to do that. You are allowed to suck in some things. You cannot be a great expert in truly everything.
I deserve the type of love, and the type of relationship that feeds my soul, not drains it.