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A tingling in the heart; not.
Thursday, September 8, 2011

Loving people should be something easy, isn't it? Yet why do I find it difficult to?

Loving that comes from the heart should be natural and thus readily there. On contrary, I somehow find it exhausting to keep this love actively going, in fact, I shouldn't even be trying this hard. It can't be entirely so that I'll be void of love. I know it exists in me, for my friends, family, and beloved people that come to mind. One death should be enough to let me know the pain of irreplaceable loss, yet my actions speaks little of that dreadful reminder that lingers in shadows of my mind.

Why do I find it so hard to love, the enthusiasm and excitement that typically bursts out of the people around I see.


need to pace myself slowly

step by step I'll do this

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