Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.

Make it your practice to withdraw attention from past and future whenever they are not needed.

When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you for a bit but, in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

There is really only one choice: We either think that nobody loves us and that we are too terrible to love and we stay put in that self-misery. Or we just start spreading kindness no matter what, and then the right people will love us.