Fighting

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𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔…one way or another, with, between them or against something else. It’s an endless struggle we call life. Sometimes we are optimistic, looking forward to the near future, looking at what we can do  and on the other hand, we are seeing the pessimistic side, we focus on what we can’t do, on how bad things turn up to be. With these said, it’s hard to find a balance, that same balance which we are anger to achieve. I’m also stuck in finding this balance, in finding the good in the bad, in finding the solution that simply lies ahead.

Sometimes I wish things were easier, people were kinder, but that is not a thing which we can control.  Everyone is choosing 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽, creating their own laws and principles so if those match yours it’s luck I suppose, but if don’t, you need to accept them with no further questions after all each one of us has the right to live as he pleases. 

𝒪𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓈, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒?

Maybe we are attracted to others, and we think we can take them with us, as we are selfish beings, maybe we need them in our lives to fill the empty place in our emotion that we failed to create. Why are we clinging to them even or especially when they don’t want us?

𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒸𝓊𝓏’ 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂?

Until now, I tried not voluntarily or consciously to change and to help others. I’ve always said to myself : people don’t change, unless they want to and that of course needs a tremendous power of will from them, but I don’t know why I tried to stick with them even if I knew the chances were all against. Well I like competition, I like to win and I like to see the smiles upon other’s faces when I’m with them, I like to make them happy, but I don’t know why I insisted so much to help them under the pretexts that maybe they don’t know how to help themselves or they are too shy or they don’t have the power or the support to do it. The answer was always in front of me: if they want, they will do it, but I guess I never wanted to believe the fact that they don’t want to. I’ve always found reasons why they can’t cuz’ I was afraid to find why they don’t want.

𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼’𝓂 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒶ï𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑔.

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