Insecurities are nothing more than a wounded soul. The tragedies of the heart cause damage much like physical tragedies do. So when you see someone with a glaring insecurity, remember at some point, a very deep hurt put it there & as much as you can… love them through it. Because you know you’ve been wounded too.
Do you ever listen to the radio & a song comes on… it’s a good song & you like it a lot, in fact it’s a great song. But then you think to yourself, “hm, there might be a better song on somewhere else.” So you switch between stations, passing different songs: some just okay, some you can only listen to for about 3 seconds, some you can’t bear hearing anymore… but none ever comparing to the first song. & then you go back to the first station only to find that the song is over, a set of commercials are on & you wonder why you even bothered changing stations in the first place?
I hate it when that happens. Never sleep on a great song on the radio. It’s rare to come across nowadays.
“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker & she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things & I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, & when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.”
Last sentence says it all.