Ribs_Writes

I got my heart broken a couple of years ago. A dozen traumatic experiences followed right after, but one thing that I am now really thankful for is the shift in my perception.  I started observing love closely because I knew what I experienced wasn't love. And I had to see how I had mistaken it for love.  I also knew that I wanted to settle because it may be for a brief moment, but the feeling of knowing that this is it, this is where you stop looking, is divine.  I cannot reiterate this enough that love is too beautiful a feeling to give up on. And I am being so confident because of what I have observed with people over the years. I still don't know what love is, but isn't it's just priceless to witness what love brings out of people, the miles it makes them go, the unbelievable things it makes them do, the peace and calm it brings them?  And yet, I fail to gather the strength to put myself in a position like that again. I refuse to play the games; I refuse to fall int

I am at a place in life where things are moving fast, not for me, but for the people around me.  My life is pretty routine. It's like living the same day over and over again. No excitement, no surprises, no drama, no trauma. I am not proud, but I have gotten so comfortable in this sad little routine that I now call my life that it takes me a substantial amount of time to assimilate if something out of the ordinary happens.  I am all for, you do you, and you do you at your own pace. But it's hard to do you when everyone else around has moved on to bigger things and bigger problems, while you're just sitting there clueless, trying to relate, somehow just trying to find the right words to say the right thing.  I know it happens when it happens, I know it all, but I still think that it royally sucks that I am not at par with the people I shared every part of my life.  I mean, I still sometimes have petty problems. I am still struggling with things that I used to. Though, now I