//October 3rd of 2021
- The Beauty of Self-Love -
Self-love must be the most beautiful form of love given by man this world has ever touched. And yet, one keeps forgetting its weight when they first embrace it.
Self-love is not all about sunshine during your darkest times, butterfly hugs when no one is there to comfort you, perseverance in front of defeat, and valuing acts within your Me Time.
It starts heavy. It is full of rage and disappointment and regrets. And seldom, hate.
When you start loving yourself, anger consumes most of it. How you let things slide, how they had the guts to do that to you, and how you did nothing to prevent it during that moment all because, what, you never valued yourself?
Then comes the What Could Have Been. What could have happened if you had not let yourself get trampled on like a doormat? What could you have gained in the seconds, had you not wasted it on people not worth any fraction of your life?
It is never easy to carry the burden of self-love. It is never easy seeing your mistakes that could have easily been avoided if you just cherished yourself enough.
But that is the beauty of self-love.
To see where you were wronged, to welcome the foolish decisions the naïve you have made, and to fully understand everything you so rightfully deserve.
Its beauty is in acceptance.
//D.A., Poems & Proses & Points of View
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Poems & Proses & Points of View
RandomA not so everyday entry of poems and proses filled with thoughts about the world and everything. All through the point of view of a hormonal teenager who matured too early and lived so foolishly. No regrets, though.
