#21 ·
Patrick Chase2 said:Nobody’s actually confident or full of themselves. Nobody. Not one single person. Period.
Man, I can't tell you how many times I've heard that muffled crying hidden deep inside those rigid, self-assured, arrogant types...
Yeah, I'm with you on this one.
Honestly, I still think that article in the OP is shallow, surface-level, and just plain misses the mark. A second read only confirmed my gut feeling—it's pretty weak. 😁
I think you're seriously deluded if you actually believe this "formula" comes from any kind of deep insight. 😢
Look, I’m no expert on spiritual stuff... who knows—maybe I've got it all wrong.😁
Man, just look at this, for example:
Maybe the one thing we actually need—more than just being loved or looked after—is just knowing that our whole damn existence is way to go for someone else. I guess that’s just how we figure out if we actually matter—or if we don't.
First off—why do people even feel the need to get validation from someone else (literally anyone)? What is that drive if it isn't just some weird craving for competition? I mean, aren't we all inherently valuable? At our core, we're all pretty much equal, right?
I just need to be sure. my being Way to go—but let's be real, it isn't actually what I'm handing you that you value. It's more about... well, I guess it's about something else entirely. I amI need to be sure—when you're looking at me and appreciating what you see, it's actually *me* you're seeing.
So, why should one "self" even be singled out from all the other versions of "self"—especially when they aren't really different to begin with? I guess it's a bit of a moot point.
Look, if there’s even one single person out there who actually deserves love—and they do, I mean, if you actually care about someone, then you know that part is true—then everyone else is basically on that same level. They’re all just as worthy of love, and "I" am just one more person in that same boat.
So, my love for someone is supposedly enough proof of my worth? Everything else is just extra—like asking for a side of fries when you already ordered the burger. It's spoiled. Pure narcissism, I guess.
What’s probably not worth our time here is the stuff that isn't even our problem to begin with—you know, the things we can actually change and should be focusing on instead.
Look, there’s just no room for being half-hearted or throwing in the towel because you feel like you aren't "good enough" for the people you care about. If you actually think you can do better—then get to work. But if you really gave it everything you had and they still wouldn't have it? Then walk away. No regrets.
Love doesn't come with a paycheck—it isn't some transaction where you demand a return on investment. It doesn't force itself on you, and it sure as hell doesn't expect anything back. You don't get to demand gratitude or decide what’s going to make someone else happy, either. I guess love just exists above all that petty, worldly stuff.
I guess someone who’s actually found love could never really feel something like this—not ever.
If I can't show up for the people I care about—then honestly, what's even the point? I’m basically useless. I don't have a life, and maybe I don't even deserve one.
🙂 🙂 😉