Elsewhere.

[JustLikeADream]

Funny how we keep getting stuck with people who do not want us,
do not choose us,
do not know what to do with the love we keep placing in their hands.

And somewhere, perhaps, there is someone standing in the same kind of silence, wanting us in ways we keep wishing to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe that is one of those strange circles of being human.

We keep looking for the flower growing somewhere far away,
while forgetting the garden already beneath our feet.

We chase the one who will not stay,
and overlook the soil that has been holding us all along.

Maybe sometimes we mistake distance for depth.
Maybe sometimes what we cannot have begins to look more precious simply because it keeps escaping us.

And perhaps this is how it works,
at least for some of us,
in some seasons of our lives.

Because to be chosen
is never merely to be chosen.

To be wanted.
To be protected.
To be valued.
To be remembered.
To be loved.

These are such small words.

Yet somehow,
each one carries an entire human heart inside it.

//J

 

[cheetra]

I choose myself; there is no escaping this.


Ponder upon what i said...

 

[Anshhi]

Funny how we keep getting stuck with people who do not want us,
do not choose us,
do not know what to do with the love we keep placing in their hands.

And somewhere, perhaps, there is someone standing in the same kind of silence, wanting us in ways we keep wishing to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe that is one of those strange circles of being human.

We keep looking for the flower growing somewhere far away,
while forgetting the garden already beneath our feet.

We chase the one who will not stay,
and overlook the soil that has been holding us all along.

Maybe sometimes we mistake distance for depth.
Maybe sometimes what we cannot have begins to look more precious simply because it keeps escaping us.

And perhaps this is how it works,
at least for some of us,
in some seasons of our lives.

Because to be chosen
is never merely to be chosen.

To be wanted.
To be protected.
To be valued.
To be remembered.
To be loved.

These are such small words.

Yet somehow,
each one carries an entire human heart inside it.

//J

Looking for flowers far off, blind to the garden below our feet. Such a hauntingly beautiful truth... deeply touched.

 

[Robiin]

Funny how we keep getting stuck with people who do not want us,
do not choose us,
do not know what to do with the love we keep placing in their hands.

And somewhere, perhaps, there is someone standing in the same kind of silence, wanting us in ways we keep wishing to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe that is one of those strange circles of being human.

We keep looking for the flower growing somewhere far away,
while forgetting the garden already beneath our feet.

We chase the one who will not stay,
and overlook the soil that has been holding us all along.

Maybe sometimes we mistake distance for depth.
Maybe sometimes what we cannot have begins to look more precious simply because it keeps escaping us.

And perhaps this is how it works,
at least for some of us,
in some seasons of our lives.

Because to be chosen
is never merely to be chosen.

To be wanted.
To be protected.
To be valued.
To be remembered.
To be loved.

These are such small words.

Yet somehow,
each one carries an entire human heart inside it.

//J

I think we sometimes get so focused on the person who doesn't choose us that we fail to notice the people who quietly do. Maybe being loved isn't always about finding the person we desperately want — sometimes it's recognizing the person who has been choosing us without making us beg for it..!

 

[peekyboy]

Funny how we keep getting stuck with people who do not want us,
do not choose us,
do not know what to do with the love we keep placing in their hands.

And somewhere, perhaps, there is someone standing in the same kind of silence, wanting us in ways we keep wishing to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe that is one of those strange circles of being human.

We keep looking for the flower growing somewhere far away,
while forgetting the garden already beneath our feet.

We chase the one who will not stay,
and overlook the soil that has been holding us all along.

Maybe sometimes we mistake distance for depth.
Maybe sometimes what we cannot have begins to look more precious simply because it keeps escaping us.

And perhaps this is how it works,
at least for some of us,
in some seasons of our lives.

Because to be chosen
is never merely to be chosen.

To be wanted.
To be protected.
To be valued.
To be remembered.
To be loved.

These are such small words.

Yet somehow,
each one carries an entire human heart inside it.

//J

Woww

 

[Honey bunch]

Funny how we keep getting stuck with people who do not want us,
do not choose us,
do not know what to do with the love we keep placing in their hands.

And somewhere, perhaps, there is someone standing in the same kind of silence, wanting us in ways we keep wishing to be wanted by someone else.

Maybe that is one of those strange circles of being human.

We keep looking for the flower growing somewhere far away,
while forgetting the garden already beneath our feet.

We chase the one who will not stay,
and overlook the soil that has been holding us all along.

Maybe sometimes we mistake distance for depth.
Maybe sometimes what we cannot have begins to look more precious simply because it keeps escaping us.

And perhaps this is how it works,
at least for some of us,
in some seasons of our lives.

Because to be chosen
is never merely to be chosen.

To be wanted.
To be protected.
To be valued.
To be remembered.
To be loved.

These are such small words.

Yet somehow,
each one carries an entire human heart inside it.

//J

When we really care about someone, it’s not easy to stop choosing them, even when things get complicated.

We keep hoping and waiting because that connection means something to us.

But I also feel love should bring some peace… not make us keep chasing someone to feel loved.​