Somewhere along the way, I seemed to have lost myself within this cycle we call, “Love”. I admit, I lost myself to myself. I became independent on someone else for my happiness. I became someone who I never thought I would become. Losing yourself is terrible and it is not attractive, but we all have to lose something in order to gain something in return. Sure, I lost myself and I will probably lose myself again, but I’m not afraid anymore. The experience of losing myself, I’ve learned so much more about myself. I am the dictator of my own life. I will live the way I want to live. I am my own happiness and only I can take away my own happiness. Sometimes, you have to lose yourself and that’s okay. You will come out from it not only stronger, but wiser. Mistakes are lessons.
