Is love really a choice? The more I love the more I realize love just is— it just exists. On its own, independent of my thoughts, actions, or beliefs. It’s always here, always around, even when I’m not trying. So I don’t really have to “choose” it. I don’t decide to love… it happens outside of my control. Love controls me. Love chooses me. Love is an entity I have been possessed by. This wasn’t something I chose. Honestly my ego is still scared shitless of love, but its power over me overrides the fear. Love forced itself on me.
You can live your life or live for others but you can’t do both.
love in freestyle.
love in free form.
To everyone that’s wronged me even when I was right to them, I forgive you. Even if you aren’t sorry. My heart is happy, regardless. I wish you well and I pray karma doesn’t do too much damage to you even though you deserve whatever comes your way.
You cause pain to the people you outgrow, when you stay attached to them.
#beingawomantaughtme there’s no one way to be a woman. The term “real woman” is a real man’s imagination.
Love without attachment is the purest love. Since it’s about what you can give others because you’re already full.