my liberation notes

Feb 20, 2023

Selflessness can be an act of selfishness too.
I would rather be really angry than be really sad. Anger subsides the moment I let go of it, sorrow by itself lingers even afterwards, hiding as a wave.
These days I'm trying to get to know myself better without caring what others might think.
I realised that it really doesn't matter what the right and wrong ways are, I'll hesitate anyway if it doesn't feel the part.
As someone who remembers and clings onto the past, and fears the future, I want to become someone who can enjoy the moment and be fully present.
Happiness seemed like a far away place. A level of life contentment only a selected few could reach. But maybe happiness can simply mean: the state when you’re not lacking anything.
My first love is mine. It was never taken away from me. It was always mine and will always be mine.
No one else can make my decisions for me.
It’s okay to rest when you’re tired. It’s okay to not do anything.
It’s okay to start over.
I don’t think I’ll ever be too scared to love, even after everything. Simply because my love isn’t a byproduct, it is an ingredient to something great.
I have every day to fill with something that I enjoy. Even when I cry in the evenings. There’s always something that happens for me and despite me.