It is only after midnight that my conversation with myself can become an honest affair.
The surrounding darkness echoed by an eerie silence so frightening still that I have to question my very existence in a moment of supreme quietness.
The intense affair of self reflection becomes a private conversation of question and answer. No - not really an interrogation but a brutal and honest acceptance of oneself. This acceptance can be either kind or cruel, being the author of your own happiness.
We are measured and weighed according to other people's standards. An often silent, but intolerable cruelty suffered by many but only if we could recognize that our true strength lies in the art of being kind to ourselves . It is about finding the fine balance of truly knowing yourself.
To love yourself, makes loving others easier, with kindness. Love is not selfish, but sharing. Love is not cruel and dictating, but patient.
Life is an honest love affair with oneself.
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