Isn’t it funny that we* go in rounds, from being happy (as a kid) because we get to exist and experience, to
“am I likeable?” to
“why should I care?” to
“maybe I can just fake that I didn’t care” to
“maybe I do care and that is ok” to
“maybe I can just be myself?”,
and anything in between, to then realizing that it is probably the best to just be content with where we are regardless of people and things.
****we: refers to myself and I.