I used to feel like the world was out to get me. Now, I see the paranoia I had developed. I wasn’t under constant attack, but my pain was. Everything hurt because I held on so tightly to my suffering. I finally realized that part of me must die, so the rest of me could live.
I wanted so bad to be the old Albert. He was happy, fun, but naive and ignorant to his ex’s betrayal. Not anymore, you’re right about having to lose part of yourself in order to evolve and move forward.
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