There is no love without pain and there is no life without pain. Pain is how we gain our wisdom and our strength and it’s how we develop thick skin. But in between pain and wisdom, we change — because no one gets out of pain the same person they used to be.
We still love. But with our guards up high, not as reachable as we used to be, not as trusting, not as innocent, not as pure and not the hopeless romantics we once were. We’re cautious, we’re afraid, we don’t want to get rejected, we don’t want to be bitter and we don’t want to repeat the same mistakes again. We break hearts to save our own and we can live years without telling someone how we feel because we know they don’t feel the same way.
We love, but we don’t love wholeheartedly anymore, we love in pieces, we love when we’re certain about someone’s feeling and we love when the timing is on our side, we love only when it’s safe.
We still hope. But we also fear; we think of how things can go wrong, how good things will be short-lived, how things will not go the way we want them to because that’s easier to handle, it’s easier to deal with bad outcomes when you expected them. We live, but we don’t completely give in to happiness, we don’t believe that good things will last, we think that life will somehow take it all back.
We don’t give life a change to surprise us because we don’t want to be disappointed again so we disappoint ourselves. We try to predict that life will let us down so when it does, we won’t be broken.
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But in between pain and wisdom, we change — because no one gets out of pain the same person they used to be.
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There is no love without pain and there is no life without pain. Pain is how we gain our wisdom and our strength and it’s how we develop thick skin. But in between pain and wisdom, we change — because no one gets out of pain the same person they used to be.
We still love. But with our guards up high, not as reachable as we used to be, not as trusting, not as innocent, not as pure and not the hopeless romantics we once were. We’re cautious, we’re afraid, we don’t want to get rejected, we don’t want to be bitter and we don’t want to repeat the same mistakes again. We break hearts to save our own and we can live years without telling someone how we feel because we know they don’t feel the same way.
We love, but we don’t love wholeheartedly anymore, we love in pieces, we love when we’re certain about someone’s feeling and we love when the timing is on our side, we love only when it’s safe.
We still hope. But we also fear; we think of how things can go wrong, how good things will be short-lived, how things will not go the way we want them to because that’s easier to handle, it’s easier to deal with bad outcomes when you expected them. We live, but we don’t completely give in to happiness, we don’t believe that good things will last, we think that life will somehow take it all back.
We don’t give life a change to surprise us because we don’t want to be disappointed again so we disappoint ourselves. We try to predict that life will let us down so when it does, we won’t be broken.