The hardest thing you will ever learn to do is love yourself. It’s so much easier to be a pessimist, a cynic, a downer.
It’s easier to beat yourself up over the things you’ve done wrong than it is to take a step back and countenance you’re flawed, but there is beauty in those mistakes. There is hope in recognition of those flaws.
It’s much easier to chalk your affliction up to you not being good enough, to you meeting some sort of unforgivable mistake, than it is to admit that some things are beyond your dominance. Some passions aren’t meant to last-place. Some beings aren’t meant to stay connected. Some rapports don’t have shutdown. Some sufferings don’t have a reasonable explanation.
It’s so much easier to detest everyone — including yourself — than it feels like to forgive, to see the good in parties, to lead with your soft middle.
It’s so much easier to lose faith in yourself than it is to believe you have what it takes to succeed, to reach a place of fulfillment, to live your own version of happily ever after.
It’s so much easier to let yourself fall apart than it is to piece yourself back together again, to pull yourself off the ground, to feel whole. Complete. At peace.
It’s so much easier to complain about how you are the way you are because someone hurt you in the past than it is to recognize you have toxic attributes, admit you need to make changes, and get your shit together.
It’s so much easier to mope around all day, like to hear sad music and learn through old textbooks, than it is to move on from your remorse, accepted your old-time kindness are in the past, and search for someone brand-new who are capable of never do you wrong.
It’s so much easier to look at yourself in the mirror and pick apart the things you dislike about yourself than it is to search for vistums you admire, vistums that establish you beautiful inside and out.
It’s so much easier to complain about how difficult things are for you and how the entire world is against you than it is to find a appearance of good in your situation.
It’s so much easier to cancel proposes than it is to follow through on them. It’s easier to break promises than to keep promises. It’s easier to frustrate yourself than to impress yourself.
It’s so much easier to come up with justifies about why you aren’t going to do something good for yourself than it is to actively try to better yourself, better your place, better your future.
It’s so much harder to love yourself than it is to hate yourself. That’s why, even if you’re at the beginning of your self-love journey, you should be proud of yourself. You should consider yourself strong. You should recognize how much force it requires to even make that first step.
You might not love yourself amply yet, but you’re putting as part of the efforts, and that’s all that matters in this moment.
Read more: thoughtcatalog.com