Drift - Love Yourself

I'm currently sitting at CBTL waiting for the others to arrive so we can put all our stuff together and head to the printing shop to print all our shit and head home to work on Med Law... And well, you know me. I think. I brood. And I write my thoughts down and post them up here.

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You know how people tend to tell their single friends that “you’re got to love yourself before someone else can love you”? I don’t really agree with it (surprise, surprise). And you wanna know why? It’s because it’s not true.

Well, I should say it’s not completely true. It’s true that you need to be able to love yourself, because who else is going to love you when you’re alone? And it’s also true that if you love yourself, you’ll be more likely to attract others because confidence is sexy. Thus, loving yourself is sexy (and you feel good too!).

But when you’ve been on your own for too long, you start to feel lonely. And then, you start to forget why you love yourself. You start wondering why you’re always on your own, if it’s your fault somehow. A voice in your head starts whispering that maybe, just maybe, you’re doomed to be alone all your life. And that scares you. That’s what keeps you up at night.

Sometimes, people need that someone in their life to love them and remind them of all the reasons why they’re worth loving because they’ve genuinely forgotten or simply don’t believe those reasons anymore.

I’m not saying that we should be dependent on others to make us happy or feel loved, because if you can do that all on your own, that’s fantastic and you shouldn’t ever stop doing it.


But sometimes, those who have forgotten how to love themselves need someone to love them slowly, patiently, before they can learn to love themselves again.

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