Faded
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I have realized recently, that being lonely doesn't mean i need to be unhappy. Happiness and loneliness are not mutually exclusive. I have been in a relationship, and was unhappy. At one point I had a lot of money and I was still unhappy. The only taste of happiness I have ever tasted after all this searching, is in the moments that I make peace with who I am, moments where I accept myself, care for myself, times where I have my own back. There is pleasure in the care others show us, but that is not happiness. We live in a world where we have a very small sphere of control, which basically only encompasses ourselves (sometimes even barely). If in that place we don't allow ourselves to have peace, we are in for a bad time, because outside are not just colorful flowers, but wolves and snakes.
I feel the pain of loneliness, but at least in recent times I have not allowed it to rob me of my happiness, which originates within. No one can make us happy except ourselves, and that is only by being our own caring friends. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I'm a bit of an a-hole. That Ive inherited my dad's anger and my moms over sensitivity. That not everyone will like me. That I am not special, and that I'm not entitled to anything. And it has been hard to process, but happiness sprouts out of such acceptances.
I know, this is not an answer for the pain of loneliness, but I have found light in this thinking. And I'm sure if I can love myself, I would be better able to love another, or to be good to those around me when I eventually make friends or find 'the one'. And just maybe that positivity shines through, and one becomes more attractive and approachable...who knows.
Love to all my lonely friends.
I feel the pain of loneliness, but at least in recent times I have not allowed it to rob me of my happiness, which originates within. No one can make us happy except ourselves, and that is only by being our own caring friends. I've had to come to terms with the fact that I'm a bit of an a-hole. That Ive inherited my dad's anger and my moms over sensitivity. That not everyone will like me. That I am not special, and that I'm not entitled to anything. And it has been hard to process, but happiness sprouts out of such acceptances.
I know, this is not an answer for the pain of loneliness, but I have found light in this thinking. And I'm sure if I can love myself, I would be better able to love another, or to be good to those around me when I eventually make friends or find 'the one'. And just maybe that positivity shines through, and one becomes more attractive and approachable...who knows.
Love to all my lonely friends.