有时候会想,想变得漂亮是为了什么。
是因为如果变漂亮了,就会有人爱吗?
有时候会想,那么想瘦下来是为了什么。
是因为如果瘦了下来,就会有人爱吗?
但是人往往总是说,一个爱你的人,是会爱上你的全部,爱上你原来的样子,爱上原来的你,而不需要你为他改变些什么。
但是,这样的我又怎么会有人喜欢呢?
有时候就连我自己都无法爱我自己,又怎么能让别人来爱这样的我呢?
就算我真的变漂亮了,瘦下来了,真的会有人会喜欢我吗?
因为改变的就只有外表、我的内心还不就这样如此。
所以我不应该在乎这些吗?外表真的没那么重要?这世上真的会有爱我的人吗?真的就只不过是他还没出现?
我开始累了。我到底还得等多久呀?我的好好先生,赶快现身吧。我就快撑不下去了……
Sunday, 2 August 2015
"Life is funny isn’t it?
Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost.
It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.
And that’s with following all the signposts.
―
It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.
Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.
Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?"
― Love, Rosie
Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something, and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and east is west, and you’re lost.
It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.
And that’s with following all the signposts.
―
It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.
Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.
Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?"
― Love, Rosie
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