I’m looking at my stories, while feeling all the emotions that go with them, and I realize all that I created with them.
For some reason I accepted and made up some kind of truths where the world was sad unless very specific things happened. Like being with a special girl.
All those stories only created a world of sadness. Everything that is not working according to my solution is perceived as lonely and sad.
I know that I’m clearly overlooking the reality.
And yet, that story, where I can feel desperate, seems so much to be my reality…
But I’ve spent enough time looking at it and observing what are my emotions and what is the truth. I know that all that is just a story, and that I also have the choice to be a brighter and happier part of myself.
Maybe the last obstacle is that I feel I don’t deserve much more love. And I have to get used to happy stories too, as they are so often forgotten in my thoughts!
The solution? I guess continuing to decide to be warm with everyone I meet. And thinking of a new story of my life, with much more fun… and love!
