Since when is being straightforward and saying what you feel a bad thing? Since today apparently.
I am an easy person. I like the small things in life like having my favourite lunch, playing a game on my phone and people being honest. Honesty is a commodity we need more of because it’s just too scarce.
Buddy is stretched out on his back and not feeling the winter at all because of his weight gain whilst the other dogs seem to be suffering from the cold. That’s when I realised most of us are suffering from untruth every day. We always tread lightly and count our words. We keep our feelings far away inside and don’t have the ‘guts’ to just stretch out and let go of it all. This feeling I am talking about is the most used four letter word on earth: LOVE
Why is it so hard to say “I Love You” or just admit that you feel IN love? Why do men and woman find it so difficult? Scared? Hurt before? Worried it will happen again? Well I have two words for you: Boo hoo. When you deny yourself a chance to love even a little you are just being selfish, not just to yourself but also the person who is attempting to love you with wholehearted reckless abandonment. Money doesn’t make the world go round; it’s love.
Our society has devolved where our communication has turned into emoji’s, our confessions into text and our effort into zero. Men and woman play games with one another, the one with more effort than the other. Men no longer are the gentlemen we were raised to be, they just disrespect woman and expect that’s the norm, how it’s supposed to be. Women are busy losing their sense of worth, giving everything and trying to adapt to role models like the Kardashians (eew) and forgetting who they really want to be. This sense of hopelessness that is instilled by these games we play could all be avoided by being honest about what you feel, easy right? This statement does not include every single person in the world but these days it’s hard to not want to generalise.
I am blessed to be able to love somebody and know they love me back, but I feel we should all treat it as a privilege and not a right. You have the right to be loved, yes, but then you shouldn’t play with it like a toy. Buddy heard me coming into the room and immediately jumped up expecting I have food. And here I thought he actually loved me.
