Expectations are dandelions. Just one or two seem harmless even fairly. And we learn from a young age to pick them, leaving their seeds deep in the grunge beneath, and to blow our large-hearted chooses into our little sides. And then they spread.
Humans expecting something in return for anything, and everything, they put into the world. Specially when it comes to relationships. These are dandelions. And Im looking around in all the yards around me to rugs of yellowish petals weeds disguised as flowers.
You see it every day, the small intricacies others do or say about one another that connote, in the most basic and unnoticed natures, that they own or belong to each other.
When I learn the words Im so appreciative that youre quarry, the only ones I can think of are Holly Golightly answering, beings dont are all part of parties. They dont. You cannot own a human being. And they do not owe you anything.
But you think that they do. Particularly so if you give your middle to them. You expect them to give you something in return for that.
The utterances I love you, in a romantic smell are generally said for greedy rationalizations: to hear it back; merely to say it, so you know you said it, if anything happens, for your own personal portion of intellect; but mostly, to hear it back.
All the broken-hearted carols and verse of unrequited kindnes, and lost passion, and exactly a general I deserve you, why dont you affection me back simply because I love you. These are dandelions.
Stop desiring simply to experience compassion. This is not love. But your lawn is fitted with dandelions, and theyve told you that it is.
Love entire humen simply to affection them.
And dont asking questions to love you in return.
Leave the dandelions alone to take over someone elses life, though I know theyre going to be tempting. I know you will see everybody else, with wishings in their hands, spreading the seeds that will ultimately destroy anything healthful they could possibly have.
But leave them be.
Lay some stable concrete down beneath your paws. Ask only one person to love you every single period: yourself.
Some you affection is not able to love you in return.
Some may take advantage of the love you furnish and you may still repealed it at any time.
But obstruct loving them. Without expectation.
And when if they love you or if they dont: youve laid down by your own groundwork a slab of self-fulfillment, certificate, and stability without a cloak of weeds.
And, my dear, you will be just fine.