Not so long ago I have had this realization that there is no one more important in my life than myself. I really tried to look out in the world to seek approval or simply have someone to admire me, love me in its true sense. Although there is no lack of love in my life, I have probably been looking for some secure love where I could be vulnerable and myself, where I wouldn’t be afraid of getting judged for who I am as a person.
This run away, this escape from myself start to feel like a burden sometimes, may be in this pandemic if I am to be specific. I come to this sense now I am my own home and I should not look for ways to pick someone to prove my worth. There is always someone who wants to complete himself or herself through me, and being the empath I am I would go an extra mile to make that happen. But that action seems to be costing my own peace of mind, a lot of heart breaks happened on the way.
I now want to live for myself. I now want to count all my blessings and sacrifice my love and heart for those who are not after filling their own voids at a price that I can only for them. I life’s worth is not any less.