The biggest accomplishment in life is to fall madly in love with yourself.
Not in a superficial, artificial, narcissistic way, because that’s not real love. But true love, in every shape and every form.
Falling deep in love with every part of you – the good, the bad, the ugly and the unchangeable – is really hard. In fact, it’s damn near impossible. But it’s everything… It’s the most important relationship you’ll ever have, yet most of us often overlook it because we’re too focused on feeling it elsewhere.
We don’t look within, because we’re too afraid of what we’ll find. We’re so damn harsh on ourselves…
But the truth is, you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else. Otherwise, the love you give them is in place of the love you owe yourself… not in addition to it. And that fractioned affection is no good to anyone.
Love yourself first. Everyone else comes next.
Floating in an ocean of unforgiving answers.
Bathing in a potion of uncleaned seas.
Staring at the surface of unsanitary standards.
Glaring at a purpose that falls far short of me.
Why do you love me from a distance?
What is it about me that you’re scared to see?
Hidden in layers of leased resistance.
Hiding in temporary states of free.
I think I get it now.
I think I understand why it happened this way.
Why I fell so hard down that hidden hole that it seemed like I was sinking into a cement sandbox. And every step was a collision between the angry earth and my stubborn soul. And every breath was a force of fucking nature. And every thought was a weapon of self-destruction.
Romance is dead. Connection is dying. Caught in the claws of this fast-paced, full-fazed, force-fed addiction we have to movement and progress and climax. This need to get from point A to point Z before the empty applause dies down from our news feeds. Trying to snap our way into a silent love story. Soaking in as little as we can before it all fades away… (more…)