After weary thoughts, hope for being loved came unexpectedly
Late last night, I read a masterpiece, beautifully written about how does it feel to be loved. One of the sentences that has stayed in my mind after 24 hours is “When imagining someone will love me, I hope they will treat me way much better than what life has been thrown upon me. Kinder. Gentler. Softer.”
Life’s path is relentlessly challenging, navigated second by second. I feel as though I never have a moment to breathe. As soon as one task is completed, another immediately takes its place, forming an endless queue. I often wonder what lies at the end of this line, and I hope it brings as much goodness as it has so far.
Living in such an unkind world frequently leaves me scarred and feeling alone. Even the crescent moon at night can’t always soothe my heart. In those quiet moments, I find myself yearning. Yearning for the person I was 15 years ago, who could laugh freely and feel as though they could reach for anything, unburdened by any sense of limitation.
I often ponder where that strength came from. How did those fragile legs manage to carry me this far? Where did that child find the courage to face so many challenges? How did such determination arise, often seeming irrational in hindsight?
I long to rekindle the spirit that faded away years ago. But I’ve grown because of all those experiences. It’s alright; everything unfolds according to its own timeline. Yet, dreaming of someone who can treat me with more warmth, more gentleness, more kindness than life has so far seems like a reasonable hope. I believe I deserve to love and be loved. I delight in showing my affection to others, and I hope that one day, we will meet at the perfect time, so do you.
