The older I get, the more I realize your standards decide your future. Every time you let something slide “just this once,” you train yourself to accept less. That’s how goals erode. That's how principles slip. Set your standards. Hold the line. Especially when it’s hard.
Hold the fuck on — Trump is letting another fucking country build an air force facility on one of our Air Force bases HERE?!?!
On American soil!?!?
What the literal fuck?!?
Having a naturally intimidating aura is so exhausting. People will go to the wildest extremes to humble me or compete with me. Meanwhile, I'm literally just trying to exist.
Letting go isn't just about time passing. It's about actively reshaping the way your mind sees them.
And when you do that... one day, you'll look back and realise: they were never the peace your mind made them out to be. The real peace was learning to exist without them.
Cry, but know what you're crying for. You don't need closure. You don't need another convo or to make sense of it in a way that keeps you stuck.
You just need to trust that the version of you that needed them no longer exists.
Most ppl don't realise this, you struggle with no contact bc the body grieves routine before it grieves a person. So you aren't crying over them just the version of you that was shaped by their patterns, silences & inconsistencies. Let me explain