If there is one damn thing about me I can be proud to say, is the fact that I’ve got compassion, a whole lot of it. People can live to fulfill their desires and pretend they are happy but without compassion, they aren’t living at all. Their souls are as good as dead.
My mistake in the whole friendship ordeal was I started to expect something, which at any point, I should never. And that was what set me differently from most people because most people only give upon expecting to receive. My compassion to give and never take was what made me, “Me.” I’ve failed myself just because I became vulnerable. I felt like I deserved to be loved by the ones I love. I chose to make them a priority in my life and so I thought we were on the same level only coming to find out, like most people, one is all for one self. This is the thing I’ll never understand about human beings. How selfish can one really be?
Everyone will learn when they truly choose to, I have no right to choose when, how and where. And when they learn what they need to know, they’ll get to where we all will eventually be. For now I have to accept this because if I don’t, I’ll become less of the person I already am. And I don’t want that.
I want whats best for everyone, whether we remain friends or not. Ultimately, everyone deserves happiness. We just have to find it on our own to understand why things turn out the way it does. Someday they will see the big picture and realize what it means to have compassion. With that being said, I can now let it go.
