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waste of time

It’s easy to feel as though years spent investing, refining, loving something was a waste if it amounted into nothing.

Maybe it’s a sport, a profession, a friendship, a romantic relationship.

Whatever it is, it feels as though if it did not amount to what you thought it would, it was a waste of time. Or that if it ended in spite, none of it was real.

But that’s not true, you know. Life isn’t about the end results – although of course I wish shit always worked out.

It’s about through it all, did I love my hardest? Honor my principles the best I could? Know that I leaned into the truth every day and then made the choices that I did?

It’s upsetting, for sure. Sad, certainly. But a waste of time? Nah… if the value of my time spent was measured by whether the end results were deemed worth it or not, I’d be denying myself of my humanity.

2 responses to “waste of time”

  1. When I use to get hurt at least with love. I starting growing bitter and nasty. But eventually I learned that as long as I did no wrong or harm. That it was okay. I didn’t do anything wrong. That loving someone and being vulnerable was okay. It made me grow and not small and insignificant. Life’s all about growth isn’t it? Thanks for writing still. It’s nice to feel connected with a total stranger. Kind of a validation that even people we don’t know feel the same. Happy belated Lunar New Years!

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    1. Thank you! Yeah for me it’s a lot about feeling like I don’t want to waste time in my life too because it’s starting to feel short. But I have to remember that that’s what life is about, what better way is there to live than love the best we can. Happy belated Lunar new year to you too

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