Maybe you’re not the year for me. Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe I wanted more from you but now I know you’re not the one.
Sometimes I think of small gestures. If our lives fit into an infinite web of small gestures, memories and past experiences, isn’t there a chance that we just might find bits of ourselves in someone else?
I will survive. We will all survive.
Sometimes you’ll give too much and not get anything in return. Sometimes you’ll fight hard for things and end up losing. Sometimes you’ll love people who won’t love you back.
Life is movement. Everything moves. Everything is in a constant state of flux. You must align with such constant change, to align with reality.
Beating myself up over things I can’t control.
This year, I’m letting go of people, of things, of feelings, of thoughts that aren’t mine to keep. That aren’t bringing me hope. That aren’t pushing me to be a better person or inspiring me to stand after I’ve fallen down.
Releasing is not synonymous with giving up. Releasing is space, new beginnings, and hope.
I hope this is the year you fall in love. Really fall in love with someone who falls in love with you and you realize how wonderful love really is and it was never supposed to hurt.