ang was here

The past few months of my life have been trying to say the least. I have struggled with feelings of self-worth, low self-esteem, and so on. You know, those moments where we question who we are, where our life is heading, and what kind of person we are striving to become?

As my struggles have deepen, I have sought out others for perspective, and it seems everyone has an answer tailored to their expectations of me.

Most would have me believe there is something wrong with me, that my perception of life, and love is skewed, my expectations to high, or my values old fashion.

I believe in hard work, loyality and dedication. I believe in taking responsibility for my actions, and not finding, or assigning blame to others.

I believe in sacrifice, and the act of selflessness; the gift of charity and true love.

Love, not in the way the world wants me to love, but the type of love, that wraps itself around your inner core, and gives you hope for a brighter day, and reason to believe in miracles.

You can call me old fashion if you wish but I have come to know that love is many things large and small. It’s holding the hand of a friend when they are sick and can’t care for themselves. It’s believing in them when they can no longer find the strength to pull themselves up.

It’s waiting on them to make up their mind, regardless of how impatient you may be. It’s giving them hope when they can’t seem to find their own.

Love isn’t about finding right or wrong in another, but rather seeking a balance where both can learn and grow together, and not apart.

It’s about standing beside someone even if it means you must sacrifice your own needs…

Love is never equal shares, some days you give more than you get, as you ebb and flow through life’s trials.

Love isn’t a convenience that allows you to pick and choose the best and worst of others with the hope of changing them.

We all have flaws, quirks and limits, but to love someone is to choose to look past the things that make you crazy and accept them for what and who they are, and refuse to believe they are broken because they no longer fit in the mold you cast for them.

Its sacrifice, selflessness, and strength. It’s tenderness, patience, and forgiveness.

Yes, maybe this makes me old fashion, but I refuse to believe my core beliefs are broken, maybe my expectation are set to high, but why shouldn’t they be?