“I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.”
What I used to consider one of my stronger traits has recently been exposed as one of my weakest. My care free almost aloof nature has carried me a long way. But with this attitude I’ve become almost too passive to a fault.
There are certain circumstances where I let things go that I shouldn’t. Or when I should act on something but I don’t.
No more. Ive had enough things slip through my hands because of my passiveness. And I’m not willing to lose anymore, especially when this one thing means the world to me.
पूर्णिमा तुम्हें प्यार करता है, तो क्यों सितारों के बारे में चिंता है.
if the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?
