People will always leave, either willing or unwillingly. It could happen deliberately, suddenly, or over a period of time. a couple of months/years ago, I wrote a thing about how everything is temporary, from feelings to actual relationships and people. I’ve learnt over time that not all forms of selfishness is bad. When it comes to your peace of mind and mental health, you should always put yourself first- over any person, regardless of your relationship with them.
Life is full of uncertainty and it is wildly unpredictable. I believe that the most unpredictable variant in life is us, people. You never know what will happen with someone when they waltz into your life. With people, you never know what the next second holds, not to talk of years. It’s crazy how we actually let ourselves fall in love and trust people, not even just as romantic partners, but as friends too. We open up a space in our hearts and lives for these people never really honestly truly knowing what their intentions are for us or if they’ll even stand the test of time.
It’s crazy how time or longevity of relationships almost mean nothing at all when things start to go south. How do you know when someone is no longer what you need? It’s insane how you can be on your own thinking “oh, this relationship is okay, I’m enjoying this friendship” then all of a sudden, they tell you you’re not what they need in their life anymore. Bruh how wild is that? You can’t tie someone down to a relationship they’re no longer interested in, that’s what I’ve learnt, and harshly so.
This is something that really bursts my brain because I think it’s similar to a post on my blog. When I talk about stuff like this, I feel I’m talking about ten million things at the same time but honestly, it’s a million things in one because there are so many levels to this. There are so many friendships that I actually thought would make it for life. I already pictured our kids playing together. But where are they now?
Sometimes it just makes me not want to have new friends, because its like, what’s the point of going through all that just for it to end AGAIN. Bruh. It’s so hard. You’re letting people into your life. You’re creating bonds, and memories. The memories hurt the most, because what are you supposed to do with ALL OF THEM? There are so many memories of so many people floating around my head and it kills me because all of that? Dead and buried.
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