My friends keep telling me it's better to be loved than to love. And I disagree. You know why? I've spent a good portion of my young life getting into relationships where the other person loved me more than I loved them. And sure it felt good at times. It's nice to be cared for and prioritised, that's for sure. But those relationships never lasted because there was always a nagging feeling of guilt, for being unable to give as much to them as they could to me. Perhaps that was how he felt. I don't know and I won't know. So I promised myself that I would wait for the person I could give my love to, and I did. Alas I couldn't be loved in return. Isn't this always the case. All the poor matches in the world. But I still refuse to compromise. Why should I? It's true that loving might hurt more than it gratifies. Yet the joy of giving, the satisfaction of caring for someone other than myself, putting someone ahead of myself...are indescribable. The feelings are novel, fresh, new, exciting. And they make me feel 100% everyday. Like a direction in life, the purpose for living life to the fullest.
I fell but I will rise again. Will not seek for when I seek I shall not find. But I will remain optimistic. No compromise.
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