
Fighting
π«πππ ππ πΆππ π»πΎππ½ππΎππβ¦one way or another, with, between them or against something else. Itβs 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 canβt do, on how bad things turn up to be. With these said, itβs hard to find a balance, that same balance which we are anger to achieve. Iβm 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 ππ½ππΎπ πππ π πΆππ½, creating their own laws and principles so if those match yours itβs luck I suppose, but if donβt, you need to accept them with no further questions after all each one of us has the right to live as he pleases.
So why itβs so hard to let the people around us take a different path?
πͺπ ππ πππ ππ½ππ π½πΆππ ππ½ππΎπ πππ πΈπππΈππ ππ ππππ πΎπ» ππ½ππ πΉπΎππΆππππ ππΎππ½ ππ, ππΎππ½ πππ ππΆπ ππ» ππΎπ»π?
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 donβt want us?
πΌπ πΎπ π·ππΈπΆπππ ππ ππ½πΎππ ππ πΈπΆπ πΆπΈπ½πΎπππ πππππππ½πΎππ, πΈππβ ππ πΆππ πΈπΆπ πΆπ·ππ ππ πΎπ πΎπ π·ππΈπΆπππ ππ πΆπππΆππ ππ½πΎππ ππ πΈπΆπ πΈπ½πΆπππ ππ½ππ ππ π½πππ ππ½ππ?
Until now, I tried not voluntarily or consciously to change and to help others. Iβve always said to myself : people donβt change, unless they want to and that of course needs a tremendous power of will from them, but I donβt 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 otherβs faces when Iβm with them, I like to make them happy, but I donβt know why I insisted so much to help them under the pretexts that maybe they donβt know how to help themselves or they are too shy or they donβt 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 donβt want to. Iβve always found reasons why they canβt cuzβ I was afraid to find why they donβt want.
ππΆππ·π πΌβπ πΏπππ π·ππΎππ ππΆΓ―ππ ππ½πΎπππΎππ ππ½πΆπ πΉπππ πΉπππ ππ½ππ π½πΆππ ππΎππΉππππ πΆππΉ πΎπβπ πππ πππππππ½πΎππ πΏπππ πΆ πππΈπππππ ππ½πΎπ πΈππππ½πΎππ ππ πΆπ πΆπΎππ·πππ.