You have to lower your expectations of people.
Im still trying to figure out if this is possible.
Most of the hurt in my life and most peoples lives comes from misaligned and unintentional expectations.
Expectations are like vomit.
You often dont know theyre there until its too late.
Theyre already rising to the top, and theres no stopping it when you already feel it coming.
What the stories and movies dont tell you is that its not always a boy that doesnt choose you.
Sometimes its a family member.
Sometimes its a job.
Sometimes its a team or a play or club.
Sometimes, its a friend.
And the cut always feels extra deep when its carved by someone you love intentionally or not.
Im not 15 anymore, but there are still times Im not chosen at 24.
The difference is, now I see the magic in not being chosen.
When you arent chosen, you have the chance to reclaim your power.
You have the chance to choose yourself.
At 15, I used to be ashamed of being disappointed by people.
I felt guilty for being upset; for stirring the emotional pot.
At 24, I see the joy in it.
I think to myself: Thank goodness this didnt go on for any longer.
Thank goodness for this lesson.
And I move on.
Its whether you should have to.
But that doesnt have to be your norm.
Keep your standards high.
Allow those who embrace the challenge to remain close.
And let those who dont, fade away.
You simply dont need them.
The magic of it all is that the choice was never with them.
It was always with you.
And it still is.
