why do we pick people who treat us like shit?
why do great people accept shite love?
i’ve been hit hard and soft with some philosophical questions that keeps popping up and kinda make me think that some great people that i know still run through this terrible world trying to found the love of their life and soul mate but keep receiving back disappointments instead.
i read the other day about a girl that aced life’s big tests: top grades, a killer college career, fiercely independent and smart as fuck. yet, when it came to love, her story was a relentless string of brutal heartbreaks. every time, she picked herself up, wondering if happiness in a relationship the way we know and do was just a myth, a joy meant for someone else’s timeline. it felt like everyone else her age was figuring it out, while she was stuck in a lonely loop. then, a discovery hit hardest ever: something from beyond this life. she learned that in a past existence, she’d made an unbreakable pact with her soulmate; a promise to find each other again om our life, no matter what. but the crushing truth? for reasons still agonizingly unclear, her other half never made it back to this life. now, she lives with this profound, cosmic ache, an impossible loneliness for a love that was destined, but tragically absent.
i am more skeptical than a believer. i had my shot with religions. not for me though. the god i want to believe seems to be unreal than any we know. so i prefer stick to what i see. though sometimes i do little prayers. but i keep asking myself why.
the perks of being a wallflower is one of my fav books ever. and the movie lives rent free in my heart and mind. logan still is my teen crush and will ever be.
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