One thing I realized yesterday was how that I’m not perfect & I’m bruised.
When people show me love sometimes, you know that feeling of you not deserving it; it happens to be the best of us really.
I’ve had crushing experiences. It’s not like I’ve experienced war or anything; but I’ve gone through a lot😂
My response to some of these experiences or circumstances made me feel like I’m not worthy of being loved.
It’s like when you get served breakfast often; it comes to a point where you don’t see or expect love anymore. Being able to extend true love becomes like an impossible imagination to you.
One thing with most people is that pain has made them become a host of and giver of it; they have become almost incapable of extending love because they have been exposed to too much hate.
You must have heard that when life gives you a lemon you should make juice out of it; it’s easy to say really.
It’s hard but I’ve learnt when you extend the good life to others, it becomes what is attached to you.
Are you capable of extending love?
May we be the reason people believe in people.
It’s Cold
It's the last line for me. May we be the reason people believe in people.