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Stop worrying, start living




I've read ample posts that say "We don't live, all we do is exist." Today I know the reason why that happens. We worry too much about others, people in our lives, people we want in our lives and people we miss in our lives. There are moments when we think.. 'This is what I want to do' but our judgement is immediately clouded by thoughts of what others would think if we went ahead and actually did it.

I say do it. However silly it seems, however many heads it may turn, if it makes you happy, just do it already! Because the people you're thinking about, trust me, there's a ninety five percent chance they're not thinking about you. And if they are, they won't mind. I've read that if you love someone, let them go. I say if they still don't care, give them a piece of what it feels like. You don't always have to be the bigger person you know. You can't always keep others before yourself. If its killing you inside, let it rip, for once. And if you still don't feel good, its probably not worth it.

Learn to live with the fact that people might not be as important as they seem now. There's no such thing as being unable to live without someone. Unless its you. You CAN NOT live without yourself. Obviously. So start living FOR yourself. Stop waiting on others to make you happy. Be your own reason for happiness. People might say not to give up on love. I say if you feel like it, if it makes YOU happy, do it. There're no rules for living. Surely none that others make for you. Live for yourself. At the end of the day, the only person you're answerable to is YOU!

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