No one enters the world with someone by their side, and you don’t need to be “chosen” by anyone to matter. Your value is already built in, with no conditions attached. Feeling whole comes from being at ease with yourself and appreciating the relationships and life you already have.
Being in a relationship doesn’t automatically make your life complete or easier. If you’re not at peace with yourself, that unease will stay with you no matter where you go.
Having a dysfunctional family or choosing to cut ties doesn’t mean you’re destined for loneliness. It just means you may need to go a bit further to find the kind of love you want, and in my opinion, that makes you stronger, because it’s a choice, not a necessity.
Sometimes, trying too hard can actually push things away. It’s odd, but the more you try to force an outcome, the less it seems to work, whether in dating or anything else.
Someone who messages you, views your stories, or reacts to them might have no intentions at all. What once felt like a subtle sign of interest in our twenties is now often just a way to pass the time.
A partner is something anyone can find, and when you picture him alongside everything else you’ve accomplished, you might wonder, “Is that all?” Not because relationships aren’t important, but because they come and go, and life is so much bigger than that.
Love has a strange timing. It shows up in the years when you’re pouring your energy into other parts of your life, when you’re genuinely happy, even super happy, to the point where you catch yourself thinking, “And what does he/she want now?”
A great love that ended, or never even happened, eventually becomes unexploded past. Nostalgia. Nonsense. A feeling that belongs to the category of “free time.” Nostalgia is simply the past refusing to pass; if you look at it from another angle, it’s just another bad‑mood day like any other. In life, minimizing and avoiding endless analysis is a survival strategy, otherwise you never get out.
"Love has a definition that rarely matches what we feel. It’s made of solid time, not of “I feel so good with you, this feels different, I hope it lasts forever. Feelings like that are lovely, but I wouldn’t trust them to hold even a small pot of cyclamens".
Time does offer one improvement: the ability to pursue what’s good for you with a kind of utilitarian clarity, using heart and brain together. In the surreal atmosphere of memory, people always seem better than they were. Then you see them again and think, "Who the hell is this person, and what did I ever see in them?"