Of life and love and such.
For the first time, in a long time, I am at peace with who I am. I would be lying if I said that there wasn’t a period where guilt dominated my emotions, where I felt horrible over things I did when I was trying to figure out who I was. Or anger at people in my past and hurt for things that only hurt me more by holding on to them.
I do my best to never belittle the hurt of others, because it is true that everything touches people differently. And I may be called soft and I may be considered “too nice” because of this but I, too, know how hard it is to hurt over things that happened so long ago only to be reminded how it could be worse. And that doesn’t make what hurts any better.
But now, I’m over all that. I’m so over hurting over little things and big things and mistakes that myself and people in my past made that only hurt me and judging myself for things that don’t matter anyway. All I can do is do my best to be the person I want to be, and love unconditionally the person I am. And wait for the person that will eventually love me just the same as I do myself. I think I deserve that. I hope I do anyway.