I realized there might not be someone walking around this earth just waiting to meet me. Someone with a private world just as intricate as mine that, one day, I would get to share and be a part of and know.
And I realized I was keeping a vacant spot in my heart for this person who might not exist. That I wasn’t allowing myself to be whole because how could I be whole with my other half missing?
It was an excuse, of course. A simple view of life that would exempt me from having to put in the effort of filling myself up with the love I was waiting for someone else to supply.
The reality is this: Life is a churning, chaotic thing with no guarantees, and in the throws of the tumbling you might run into people to hold on to for a while. Sometimes for a night, sometimes for life.
And holding on to someone is a worthy thing. A wonderful thing. Something to look forward to and appreciate and embrace with your whole heart.
But the love you get from holding on to someone will never be as reliable as the love you can give yourself. Right here. Right now.
So here’s my advice. Be open to love, but don’t be empty for it.
|—||Open, Not Empty – John Paul Brammer|
I hope this hit a soft spot for all of you too.<3
Not sure if I believe in solemates, but I do believe in unconditional love. I’m living proof of it. However, love chooses you, and that’s the sad part. You don’t get to choose who you love but you get to choose how you express it or not. You could go on loving the wrong person unconditionally while they love someone else. It’s a scary possibility. So all I can do is love myself and always just a tad bit more than I love someone else. This is how you stay grounded instead of falling with no parachute. This is how you avoid, emptiness.
Love you all<3
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