I’ll tell you a very harsh lesson I’ve had to learn through painful experience.
If a person don’t like you, there’s ABSOLUTELY nothing in this world you can do to change that.
Twerking for the approval of people who hate your very existence is a fool’s game. Best case scenario, you end up what they call a “useful idiot.”
In anything you do in life, don't get used to crumbs. Make no mistake, they’ll times we may be forced to accept crumbs to move ahead, but make sure you are aware it is crumbs, and you deserve better. And if you accept crumbs for so long, you may start seeing it as normal.
Being in a relationship means you must love someone the way they need you to, not just in the way that is comfortable for you. Because it's a reminder that love is not only about what I prefer giving, it's also about how the other person actually receives it. Real love takes effort, emotional maturity, and the willingness to meet each other halfway, not just show up when it feels easy.
I think one of the most heartfelt experiences in life is discovering that someone genuinely enjoys your presence. Not what you provide, Not your accomplishments. Just you, your thoughts, your energy, your existence.
You have to learn the person you love.
You cannot love someone into being who you need them to be. You cannot assume you know them just because you feel deeply for them. You have to study them. You have to understand their personality, their wounds, their attachment style, their triggers, their unspoken fears, their love language, the way they process pain and joy and conflict. I learned this the hard way, by loving people I never truly took the time to know. I projected my own expectations onto them. I assumed they thought like me, needed like me, loved like me. And when they did not meet my unspoken expectations, I blamed them instead of realizing that I never actually learned who they were. That lesson cost me relationships. It cost me misunderstandings that could have been avoided. It cost me the pain of being in love with a version of someone that never really existed. But it also taught me that love is not just a feeling. It is a study. It is a commitment to truly knowing the person you claim to love. Not the idea of them. Not the potential of them. But the real, complex, flawed, beautiful human being standing in front of you. And once you learn them, you can truly love them. Not as a projection. But as a person.