I forgot to just love life.
A shower epiphany, of all things. I've been looking for love too much. Looking for validation, looking for reciprocated feelings, looking for something that is nearly impossible to find if you are really looking. If I'm looking for satisfaction in loving others who don't love me back, of course I'm going to feel off-kilter!
I can't make anyone love me.
I can't control the involvement anyone is going to let me have in their life.
I can't fully dictate what all people are going to think of me.
I can remember how much joy the simple things bring.
I can take everything one day at a time.
I can get out and do things for myself that are going to make me happy.
No, it's not going to satisfy the romantic in me and give me that idealistic happiness that I'm really longing for. But I can't rush that, I can't force that. That will happen when it happens and I have to accept that. It's no longer an option for me to not. I love life, and I never fell out of love with it. I just forgot a little. It might be slow going along and getting back to that point, but it's better than staying where I am now.
Hello, Life. I'm sorry for neglecting you for so long. But part of the reason we are so compatible is because we are both overly forgiving. I know you'll welcome me back, even if I don't deserve it. I won't make you regret it.
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