I hate you for who you are not and like you for who you are.
I hate her. She is a narcissistic, shy, introverted, self-centered, and totally reserved person. I can never understand what she is thinking. She never shares anything with me, though I tell her my entire story.
She is the only person with whom I share my tragedies. Some friends will be there with you during our tragedies. But she is not that kind. I don't share the dead stories that often, but I do it with her. I like to talk about almost anything with her.
After all this, I still hate her. I hate her for being such a self-centered person. She believes that the entire world revolves around her. But maybe the entire world actually revolves around her. For every one of us, we are the main lead in our lives, and she takes so much pride in being the main lead of her life.
I thought I had started to like her less and hate her more. I thought that I had started to lose interest in her. I thought that I could live without her. Maybe I was wrong.
She posted a sad status today, a really sad one, and that really hurts me. I called her to know how she was doing, and her voice was broken. Maybe she was crying. It really hurt me. But it was weird. No matter how close a person is, I don't feel for them that easily. Maybe I feel a lot less than usual. But when it was her, my throat felt like it was being choked.
Her broken voice made me feel broken. It was so good. I was happy and sad at the same time. I was happy that I can actually like someone so much despite anything. I was sad just because she was sad.
The sorrow of a person hitting you miles away without even knowing the reason for their sadness Isn't it weird? She disconnected the call, so I chatted with her, in which she gave the same emoji as the reply again and again. I later called her again after a few minutes, to which she replied, "Hmmm" or "Ahh!" or "Yes!"
But it was okay. She needs support. If I can support my loved ones in any way possible, I would like to do that. I often had no one with me while I was sad. I cry alone, but I don't want her to go through that.
She must be going through a lot. She is never going to share it with me. Even if she didn't, I should have some patience and be with her.
We rarely love people. We rarely hate them, but we also love them more. We rarely expect nothing in return for everything we are giving. We rarely get happy about their happiness and sad about their sadness. If you have such a rare relationship, never take it for granted. They might never reciprocate the amount of care and love that you are giving them. But it doesn't matter. You love them, and it shouldn't come with a condition. Try to give without getting anything, as much as possible. I do that with her.
I want to meet her. I am going to manifest it today. Let's see what happens. I want to meet her tomorrow, but my parents didn't give me permission to do so. I am still a child who should seek permission for trivial things from my parents. Let's hope my parents will allow me to go and meet her.
Dear Subconscious Mind, I want to meet her tomorrow. I really, really want to meet her tomorrow. Make a way for it. If possible, let me visit a temple or church tomorrow.
Bye byeee
-AramintaFlores♥️
(November 11, 2023)
Going to sleep at 2.10 a.m.
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