I think it's strong to learn how to be happy for the people that have hurt you. And I think it's brave to wish them well when they find success. This whole society revels in wishing poorly against those that have taken from you in one way or another; emotional or not. I think the real metaphorical "fuck you" comes when you can find happiness for the people who choose to break your's down. Because you've let go of that notion all together. And you've let love seep into areas they could only dream of meeting face to face. You have to let go. You have to love. You can harbor over the idea that "someday" they will realize your worth and feel sorry. But just don't. Don't let that stupid someday be the reason you heal. Because it might never come. And who cares? Who. Cares. -Not you. You're far too busy being all things love.
And I'd like to say I'm already perfect at this. But I'm not. Last week I felt my heart break just a bit more when I heard of a dream achieved by someone who recently hurt me. Because it was a dream I so wanted to be apart of. So here he is; accomplishing his goals. And I could be bitter and hurt that he chose not to have me by his side for them. But instead I'll say thank you; Thank you to him, and to the universe. For separating us. Because some paths we are meant to walk alone. And some goals, well they deserve to be just ours. Him having his does not, and will not, effect me having mine. I find it funny; but it's actually true. You can have your cake and eat it too. So this is me; learning happiness. In every sense of the word. This is me; cheering on the past hearts. This is me; chasing all my goals. With confidence. With acceptance. With readiness.
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