Interesting.
For the longest time, all I wanted was to be the loved.
I craved so deeply to love another and to be loved back.
After countless failures in the dating scene and learning of the horrible, traumatic love-related experiences of others; I gave up on love.
The strange thing is...I don't feel a loss.
I feel liberated.
What is the point to long such a thing?
Love is one of those things that you could work hard for, but may never find. On the other hand, you may never work for it - but it'll present itself to you at many opportunities.
You simply win or lose at some things in life.
This realization has made me feel more free than I ever had.
I've started becoming more selfish...only considering what
I want to do and not giving a damn about anyone but myself.
After all...the only person that's been good to me and
will be good to me, is
me.
I think we all need to engage in things that make us happy and not let unrealistic dreams of love hinder us.
Strangely, with this new attitude; I found that men have become more attracted to me. But for some reason, I just feel I'm at an unreachable distance now...far beyond anyone's grasps.
I'm in a world of my own...and for the first time, I'm thriving and I'm ******* loving it.
I look at men as if they're a dime a dozen...there is nothing amazing or of much reward in winning over one. Others that know of my attitude; they warn me that I will be alone.
However, what they either pretend to not realize is that most people are alone. We are all alone in the end. And when we die, we are nothing.
Realizing that has lifted a heavy burden off my shoulders.
I finally freed myself by giving up on love.