the soul waits
New Yorker
...meaning, the risk you take when you come out of your comfort zone and get involved emotionally, right through to your core..
You know it's a risk, because if it goes wrong, you'll be left to pick up the pieces of your scarred heart and eventually chalk it up to a lesson learned, an experience richer and having grown as a person (in reality, meaning that you've become, yet again, a tad more sceptical about love/relationships)..
But if you don't get emotionally involved anymore because you're fed up with hurt, dissappointment and their pleasant likes, you think to yourself that life would be so incredibly dull, safe, monotone...but at least, the closest to stable you'll ever get.
This is an ongoing dilemma for me.
And yes, I had decided to feel alive upto my toenails again and open up to love, with past experiences under my belt making me milder, more patient, stronger..but also, more decisive and responsible for my own well-being rather than handing over my heart to the significant other...and I got hurt..yet again.
I feel so thrown off my balance. God, heartache is the worst feeling in the world. I'm saddened to my core.
And I hate feeling this way.
It's all too familiar.
It's one time too many. I resent the fact that I feel so depressed because of love.
I know it will take time to get into my strong happy spot again, content with the world. I'm being kind to myself.
But it sucks, dang, it does.
Can anyone relate, or care to share his/her ramble on this?
You know it's a risk, because if it goes wrong, you'll be left to pick up the pieces of your scarred heart and eventually chalk it up to a lesson learned, an experience richer and having grown as a person (in reality, meaning that you've become, yet again, a tad more sceptical about love/relationships)..
But if you don't get emotionally involved anymore because you're fed up with hurt, dissappointment and their pleasant likes, you think to yourself that life would be so incredibly dull, safe, monotone...but at least, the closest to stable you'll ever get.
This is an ongoing dilemma for me.
And yes, I had decided to feel alive upto my toenails again and open up to love, with past experiences under my belt making me milder, more patient, stronger..but also, more decisive and responsible for my own well-being rather than handing over my heart to the significant other...and I got hurt..yet again.
I feel so thrown off my balance. God, heartache is the worst feeling in the world. I'm saddened to my core.
And I hate feeling this way.
It's all too familiar.
It's one time too many. I resent the fact that I feel so depressed because of love.
I know it will take time to get into my strong happy spot again, content with the world. I'm being kind to myself.
But it sucks, dang, it does.
Can anyone relate, or care to share his/her ramble on this?
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