Is It Human To Destroy Hearts In The Seek For Love ? Why Isn’t It Immoral Not To Love As You Are Loved

That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.

Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.

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what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

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asking for a friend

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Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.

Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.

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And I felt it— the weight that kept me in bed, a heavy stone on my back.

My mom had paid hefty fees for private school, but even that couldn’t make me smile— or, to say it right, help me understand myself.

Worse, my dad loved me, but even with what others yearned for, I was no happier than them.

So, in my bed, I realized— I had to find myself, to accept myself, to love myself first, before the other loves could truly reach me.

And maybe then, I could pursue the happiness I wanted. As hard as it might be, the stars had assured me— it was a hopeful gamble, maybe.

They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved

that

kind of awkwardness.

She was covered in flowers, blooms of every scent and hue. Yet, she was so alone— the kind of loneliness that could kill. Imagine tombstones, not of the forgotten, but of the murdered, adorned with flowers of all sorts. People had spoiled her with flowers.

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its all easy

when you just do it.

A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.

Gratification.

And even if you can’t win, do the thing. Only in performing can you understand that you failed and to try is far better than to admire.

Do the thing, and when you fail then you can decide whether to learn or to run.