Selfishness

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Man oh man at how life throws you curves right? There's no need to fill the world wide web in on how my personal life has been, I promise it's not really blog-worthy, sheesh you nosy folks ;)

The truth is I've been in a constant battle for months between letting things go and holding on and having faith, deciding what's the best step to take forward and finally coming to the conclusion that in order to decide who you want to be in life and who you're meant to be, it takes self realization. It takes valuing your life, happiness and your own choices over other things and honestly, that's okay in my book. I have finally come to terms with the fact that you can't please everyone and you can't stay unhappy just to serve someone else's happiness. It doesn't matter if they gave you the world... If you're unhappy, what exactly matters at the point in time?

I'm at the point where I finally feel as if I'm getting all my ducks in a row, my feet are finally headed in the right direction and I know I have a long way to go but I've never believed in myself more.

I titled this selfishness because that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm being selfish with my time, I'm being selfish with my feelings and I'm being selfish by putting myself first... but I'm only 22 years old and I have no obligations other than making my life right and that's what I plan to do.

I am fully aware that I have hurt people along my journey but I'm also aware that the words and actions that come from me are with the best intentions and with the love from my heart. I just hope to find others who agree with me and if I don't then so be it. Making peace with yourself is better than having a constant battle your entire life. Making peace with yourself means you're doing something right. Making peace with yourself means your journey is pure.

Much Love.

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