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A mutation takes place until you don't notice yourself anymore. People change in perspective.
You try so hard to obtain certain friendships you are sure you will love in life until suddenly you realize that the ones that matter have fallen into place, without struggle, and you learn that the best people in life are the ones that don't require you fighting for. I love those that I have.
It hurts to see the ones that don't value you as much as you value them. But what can you do? Let them go to those people who they want to be with. While in the inside, you steal yourself and refuse to let them know how you've folded them into your life as family - immutable and acceptable on all fronts.
The things I've learned since I've arrived in Montreal:
Not to try so damn hard to please everyone around me, since eventually I get sick and tired of it. All I want around me are the people who don't require any framing to focus on my face.
Cherish scattered people in your life, not groups that somehow will always feel somewhat empty.
There is no better way to love someone than by living with them. Eventually I see them in all the possibilities. However, one cannot always expect ().
There are situations in which both parties are hurt (ah, the never ending refutation of black and white) and the only person who can stop hurting them feels immobile.
The perfect circle is forever in my mind once it has been glimpsed.
The people who will know me best are the ones that try to get inside me to see me. Frequently they can be my relationships. Frequently my relationships may also be too selfish to try.
Heart strings can stretch for miles and the people they are connected to will find the most inopportune times to pull on them.
Acceptance of all things can be as suffocating as rejection. Sometimes you would like a friend who does not reserve judgment, but harshly hates for you so that you don't have to.
You try so hard to obtain certain friendships you are sure you will love in life until suddenly you realize that the ones that matter have fallen into place, without struggle, and you learn that the best people in life are the ones that don't require you fighting for. I love those that I have.
It hurts to see the ones that don't value you as much as you value them. But what can you do? Let them go to those people who they want to be with. While in the inside, you steal yourself and refuse to let them know how you've folded them into your life as family - immutable and acceptable on all fronts.
The things I've learned since I've arrived in Montreal:
Not to try so damn hard to please everyone around me, since eventually I get sick and tired of it. All I want around me are the people who don't require any framing to focus on my face.
Cherish scattered people in your life, not groups that somehow will always feel somewhat empty.
There is no better way to love someone than by living with them. Eventually I see them in all the possibilities. However, one cannot always expect ().
There are situations in which both parties are hurt (ah, the never ending refutation of black and white) and the only person who can stop hurting them feels immobile.
The perfect circle is forever in my mind once it has been glimpsed.
The people who will know me best are the ones that try to get inside me to see me. Frequently they can be my relationships. Frequently my relationships may also be too selfish to try.
Heart strings can stretch for miles and the people they are connected to will find the most inopportune times to pull on them.
Acceptance of all things can be as suffocating as rejection. Sometimes you would like a friend who does not reserve judgment, but harshly hates for you so that you don't have to.