Those who can be disappointed will be disappointed.
Those who love me so much, they want to inject their desires into my time and my decisions are as undeserving of my love as those who do not love me at all.
I live for me,
not for those
who allege to
like that about me.
If you do not see
me for how
wonderful I am,
good riddance.
If you do not see
that I already do
what’s best for me,
good riddance.
And if you see
me, well, good
riddance all the same.
Make a list of the people you cannot live without.
Now get over it, because sooner or later, you will and you will be fine. You will be better. I don’t wish death upon anybody. I certainly don’t want to live without the people I cannot live without. But they are the people with the power to hold me back. Those for whom I may compromise. Those by whom I am compromised.
Question: Why compromise for someone I can live or learn to live without?
Answer: Love (obviously).
Love is
not good.
Love is
divine,
as in
god-like.
And god,
like love,
does not
only
create.
Like god,
love, too,
destroys.
And that’s
how I
know that
love is
sublime:
it heals
as much
as it
infects.
And that,
my love,
is the
only
reason
why I compromise.