It's weird how out of all the people we come in contact with, only a very few make any real impact on us and even fewer actually stay with us. When I was younger, I was a strong believer that everyone who comes into our lives changes us -for good or for bad. But as you grow up you realise that all those things that you considered precious and those people whom you thought to be irreplaceable were in reality not all that that you made them out to be. Then I wonder if I would still be the same person as I am today without those people or those things.
One more thing that you learn growing up is that not everything is black and white. Sometimes things are grey. This contradicts what I believed for the past few months, but not in the ways that count.
I think that people are often the grey in their own lives, and not things. It is we who make things harder for ourselves. We choose the things that do not help us grow. We choose people who hold us back instead of nurturing us. The worst part, you ask, is that most of the time we make these decisions consciously, even when we know the end result.
One more thing that you learn growing up is that not everything is black and white. Sometimes things are grey. This contradicts what I believed for the past few months, but not in the ways that count.
I think that people are often the grey in their own lives, and not things. It is we who make things harder for ourselves. We choose the things that do not help us grow. We choose people who hold us back instead of nurturing us. The worst part, you ask, is that most of the time we make these decisions consciously, even when we know the end result.
Only because I love you bestie and you are the exact opposite of grey.
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