What more can i say!
I would say, loving people is not a choice to me. It was the path to me.
I do not mean that people do not hurt me or i don’t hurt people. I am human and both of these things happen to me.
But at least after that moment passes away, i think. I recheck if i am wrong. I try not to replicate the same if it was a mistake on my part. If i am not wrong, i choose not to think more about it as there is no point in remembering something bad when you cannot remember the cause for long.
Yes, i always tend to forget the reason and those arguments a fight contains. I see no meaning in deciding to hate a person or deeds of a person when you do not remember the “Why” in the first place. Sometimes i even feel that i am blessed to have such short memory with certain bad memories.
And if it was a choice, i choose to love someone instead of hating or judging or generalizing my opinion for them when i know nothing about their side of the story, their struggle and their real life. Life gives us enough chances to love someone, to respect them for what they are and to live happily. What is the point in hating someone or throwing a mean generalized opinion at them just to hurt them!
One more master piece BMP. Just the best, straight from the heart. I just couldn’t stop myself from re-posting.
Before I start this, I want to make something clear. This post is not coming from a man who has had an easy time his whole life with women. In fact, I have had my heart broken more times than I care to admit. I have shed tears, been betrayed in the worst of ways and have been made to feel unimportant, almost to the point where I thought I didn’t exist. And even through all of this, I can still put my heart on the line for women because I believe in one fundamental reality.
Women are beautiful.
Last night, one of my best friends sent me an article and asked for my thoughts. So I opened it up and read the first line. “I’m just gonna come out and say it: I love insecure women.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and continued reading on for…
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