Ready

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Love turns you into a liar. Without knowing, you bend and twist your words, your own belief and who you are to become that person’s ideal. You make up excuses for that person when they wrong you. You convince yourself that that person is the one, that no matter what, you will never give up. You do it so well, you become a believer who falls head over heels for the occasional sweet words and faint promises. It becomes a habit and you can’t stop. Then on the bad days, you realize you have made a mistake. So you stop. This time, you are determined. You are done. Enough, you say. But a few sweet words and faint promises later, you’re back at it again.

You turned into a liar. But lucky for you, it wasn’t love that turned you into a liar. It’s loneliness and the longing to be with someone. When you’re in love, you shouldn’t have to lie and pretend to be someone you’re not. But you’re not ready for love until you can handle loneliness with grace.

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Imperfection

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“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

– Sam Keen

Hope

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“When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.” ”

– Anonymous

Do & don’t

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Fall in love. Don’t fall in love with the idea of being in love.

Decisions

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I’ve been out of sort, out of this world, out of mind, out of you. But enough is enough. Without actions, dreams and wonders feel poisonous somehow. Without actions, thoughts are loud, meaningless noises. I will live this life by doing because thinking is my illusion of glass half full.

I choose to ignore the uncertainty about today, tomorrow, about you, about us. I learned the hard way that questions do not rid of uncertainty. Attempts, mistakes and heartbreaks do.

Fuck emotion and social standards. I will run toward the roar with my heart on my sleeve.

This life, I will live by doing..

.. and in oblivion, I will love you.

Brave

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I’m not brave but I will make it work.

Doubts

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Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I’m given a shirt that’s too clean, one that’s completely white, I immediately start having doubts.

– Antonio Tabucchi

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