a breath between my two states of mind (1)

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To love oneself

The most primal instinct I sometimes forget I should cultivate.

In this strange world of wolves dressed as sheep, I hardly know who to trust, who to open up and relate to.

In the end, no matter how much love and optimism you experience, people will inevitably disappoint you, no one will ever rise up to what you truly expect.

I mean you can always settle for a little less, most certainly, but what you really aspire, the perfection considered sufficient for your own sake can only be accomplished by yourself and only yourself, with your dexterity and belief.
It's all on you.

You have the right/obligation to preserve yourself at any cost.

Don't wait for the one you love to make you happy, to keep you safe, to rescue you...he/she won't.

Love him/her, until you can, and until you do don't expect anything in return.

Find happiness somewhere else, in any other form than love itself.

When you love someone exclusively, restlessly, and expect them to feel everything in the same manner, you end up losing your way.

Love lightly. Love gently.

Jess.
to be continued.