Love can be elusive for some, those that have lots of love to give tend to be filled with self-doubt, carrying the burden of their experience with them. When really its looking to find the love within yourself. We are example of how we want to be treated.

This feeling slowly boiling inside, you cannot put a name to it. You feel numb. Reality comes in waves as acceptance. A hard pill to swallow. There’s this lump stuck in your throat that just won’t go away.

Random and spontaneous activities sometimes brew into deep connections that last a lifetime. Sometimes random makes for interesting discoveries.

As you feel obligated to follow or have tried rebelling but were coerced to follow. Those feelings probably left you feeling an underlaying sense of anger or resentment.

Your national food or drink may not be your cup of tea but, you are not [insert country] enough if you don’t like it. As if food and drink are a measure of how patriotic you are supposed to be.

When certain people got up to tell stories you knew it was going to be really good or really bad. You could tell by the gasps or the polite clapping which ones captured people’s imagination. 

Which made me ponder can we really fake it until we make it? Are we supposed to make it or are we creating space for others to push further than where we arrived? 

The feeling that we are not deserving. The perception that things can’t change. The problem with that type of mind-set is; that people tend to be so comfortable being in them. They, do not know; peace.