I used to think that was bullshit. Why would you want to kiss that bliss, only to know it may be taken away just as swiftly? If the pain can be avoided, wouldn’t I want to avoid it?
The distance I placed between myself and everyone else grew larger. I became removed from even being in the present moment. Smiles projected by jesters were plastered on my face. Basic human interactions appeared foreign; I realized that PROBABLY wasn’t a good thing. I felt this need to familiarize myself with my people again.
I began asking questions. Not about how we interact. Rather, how people react. I’d ask the simple but profound questions. “How are you… really?” We only give what we feel we are comfortable giving. What we often fail to remember is that you give equal to what you get (mostly… but there are oversharers. ha.). Trust: you give what you get. Respect: you give what you get. love: you give what you hope to get.
love is war. scars will be present. parts may be lost. but you’ll recover and heal so you can retell your war stories and learn from your lessons.
nothing you can do but put yourself out there. earn yourself some purple hearts, but as long as they don’t honor you posthumously.