I’m in my early twenties and I’m still utterly attracted to the idea of falling in love with someone smart, kind, and loving, who will support me and my growth and be there for me no matter what. But I am learning — or, more accurately, unlearning, that love is not something to be found. We already have it within us. Tons of it. And once we accept that (which, if you ask me, takes a lot of time and dedication), we start seeing that we do not need to be saved or completed by anyone. We might just need to dig a little deeper and spend some more alone time to realize, we are our own saviors.
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. As cynical as it sounds, it’s true and I’d like to take it even further; relationships can only end in two ways, separation or death. There is no forever, I’ve been promised forever by so many exes that it’s as meaningless to me as a homeless person promising me a pot of gold. From here on out, I’m no longer looking for promises of forever, what I want is the promise that you’ll try your best and you’ll be worth it. Don’t promise me forever, promise me that there will be no regrets.
It’s fine and well to want an amazing career, but walking around with the assumption that you deserve one won’t get you there. It’s the price that you are willing to pay that will. It’s that initial unrewarded work and those long, long hours of blood and sweat and tears with no end in sight that will.