-hola el otro día fue mi cumple y tengo pensado celebrarlo me puedes pasar tu número?
+soy lionel messi
-muy bien lionel messi yo soy lamine yamal me puedes dar tu número por favor que quiero celebrar mi fiesta de cumpleaños y necesito gestionar la contratación de los enanos?
tolerating always turns into resentment. at first, you call it patience, then love. but what it really is, is self abandonment. every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. eventually, the bill comes due.
Good people have high levels of empathy, but once that empathy is exhausted, they switch to a state of objective observation. They see you for exactly who you are, without the filter of their love. This is why their anger feels so cold, it is the absence of the warmth you took for granted
The final stage of healing is becoming a fucking weirdo again. Where you’re so powerful and so free inside yourself you just don’t give a shit. It’s all art. It’s all life. It’s all beautiful. That’s the fucking point.