She was so special that she was alone.
Everyone wanted a piece, but not the full pie.
So she was alone. Sad. When everyone thought she was happy.
Her heart warmed the world like the sun.
But when everyone took a slice, she was left cold inside.
And so she was alone.
I’m back on social media. Sorta. I went back on Instagram but not Facebook. Somehow it seems healthier. For me and maybe the world. I’m being inspired by strong women who run outdoors. Gorgeous photography of mountains and rainbows. But I also realize that it cultivates this feeling of obsession with others/other things. Isn’t it interesting that we’re so busy looking/watching/obsessing over others’ happiness instead of cultivating our own? Gone are the days of sharing pics with a friend over tea after a holiday. Now we are seeing those pics instantly, wishing we were there. Does that mean we have more wishes or just wishing things were different all the time?
We should focus more on our own happiness than others’.
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