Why Heartbreaks?
For the longest time, I believed I deserved everything I got. Truthfully, I believed everything happened for a reason which made me grow very bitter for years.
Why was I always in hurtful situations? Why was my heart always getting broken by people? Why me?
It was that “why” that made me realize that not everything had to have a reason. Somethings things just happen and that’s not your fault, people just suck. Upon realizing this, it made me come to the conclusion that I don’t deserve to be treated poorly and neither do you.
We can all say that heartbreaks teach you lessons and hardships and blah, blah, blah, whatever. But seriously, come on, be realistic. All those heartbreaks ever taught me was that people suck and no one had a heart like I did. It didn’t make me wiser, it just made me colder and angry.
Why the hell would I want to learn that?
For years I thought that’s what I had to look forward to, but no, I was just souring my own views because of what had happened to me. I had every reason to be negative and miserable. And yet, why would I want to be? How is that going to benefit me?
Sure, you can be spiteful, I mean, I was. I wrote a book over every person who had broken my heart since I was sixteen, but that’s more so looking for closure. I didn’t want to be miserable with it.
I don’t mean for this to be an annoying “live, laugh, love” moment (gags) but rather an acceptance moment. Yeah, they fucked you over, and maybe you fucked people over, but have you become a better person since then? Are you okay? Can you smile? Are you realizing you deserve better? Are you prioritizing yourself? Are you refusing to tell them: hey, all you had to do was stay! ?
Then you can tell yourself it’ll be alright.
Because it will be.
And like me, you didn’t deserve that. You shouldn’t believe you do. Everything doesn’t have to have a reason, sometimes things just don’t work out like we hope.