Not everyone is going to like you or be your friend. And that’s perfectly okay. Actually, it’s more than okay.
How comfortable you are with the idea of people not liking you says a lot about you.
If it’s really important to you that everyone likes you, and/or you make it a priority to maintain an appearance to the world around you that everyone likes you, then you are probably: living your life to please people, consciously or unconsciously tryingtomask your insecurities, not living your truth,and/or avoiding to let your authentic self shine through because you are afraid of what people will think.
Letting go of a pattern or habit of needing people to like you isn’t an overnight, quick fix. But by bringing awareness to your relationships and patterns, you can come to focus on accepting yourself more, being your own best friend, and focusing less on what other people think about you.
It’s hard to trust,
When you’re hurt,
That a moment will arrive,
In due time,
When you see,
When you realize,
That you don’t have to hold up the sky,
That you can let go,
Trust, even more,
When it all seems impossible.
You will see,
You will feel,
You will know,
That the sky will hold itself up,
As it was designed to do,
Trust, that you will too.
People are quick to judge. Not everyone can understand why I love to travel, especially with four kids in tow. She must be lost. She can’t settle down. She can’t stay put and just be happy. She must have something to prove.
Maybe, the reason I live to travel has to do with all of those things or none at all.
But I prefer a much more simple explanation.
I travel because I’m addicted to the rush of falling in love, over and over again.
The thrill. The chase. The lying in wait.
Falling in love with a city or a mountain view is like falling in love with someone.
The feeling of being completely alive. Senses fully awakened. Wanting and wanting to be wanted. To be fully engaged.
Unfiltered, raw beauty.
The excitement of being off balance, the ups and downs, acclimating to the unknown.
Falling in love and connecting with consequential strangers, whom you would have never otherwise met but for travel, even if only for a brief moment in your worldly existence.