Story of what happened to me will come up shortly....I just can't be fucked to write the Pulitzer winning literary masterpiece that it will be right now....
I am learning so much and my insides ache from the the habit I've cultivated of seeing the glass half empty all the time.....
There is a block, and the block is me. But I can't throw the block away, because the block is me. If I accept the block, love it unconditionally, forgive it always....I am really doing those things to me. And thus by embracing the block, it somehow ceases to be a block. How does it work like that? I wish I understood....i wish i understood so I would struggle and know that happiness is the reward and that the path others take is towards melancholy because it's takes less effort and it's just so much easier to feel sorry for oneself instead.
I am learning so much and my insides ache from the the habit I've cultivated of seeing the glass half empty all the time.....
There is a block, and the block is me. But I can't throw the block away, because the block is me. If I accept the block, love it unconditionally, forgive it always....I am really doing those things to me. And thus by embracing the block, it somehow ceases to be a block. How does it work like that? I wish I understood....i wish i understood so I would struggle and know that happiness is the reward and that the path others take is towards melancholy because it's takes less effort and it's just so much easier to feel sorry for oneself instead.
minsc_and_boo:
yes it is easier but in the long run the hardest and best thing is to love yourself. i am slowy comming around to at least liking myself