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Be Careful...


Everyone that knows me well understands why I love quotes. I truly believe that quotes can work for healing and change, but you have to be aware with what you're feeding your mind.

You shouldn't buy into all of the messages, remember anyone can create a quote - I do it all the time! I'm beginning to have issues with quite a few that I've been reading lately because there unrealistic. I'm an optimist, but I'm also a realist. Realistically the grass isn't always greener, we all don't get to work our passion, people love the best that they know how, you can't have everything you want out of life, sometimes if you let people go they don't come back - not because it wasn't meant to be, sometimes people just move on with their life. YOLO (widely over used) doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want and whatever makes you happy, you should have to say your sorry, and sometimes you should have regrets...you get where I'm going with this. There's boundaries and limits in life. People work the jobs that they have even if it's not their passion because they're responsible and know they have bills to pay/people to take care of.
There's just a lot of selfishness and nonsense in some of these quotes that are floating around. I also don't believe that everything in life happens for a reason - sometimes things happen because there's dumb ass people that do horrible/stupid stuff, and we all don't get a happy ending - not because it was meant to be.

I'm not opposed to quotes so I hope I'm not sending the wrong message. I will always read and continue to post them because I contribute quotes in facilitating my change process. I'm just saying be cautious with what you're filling your mind with.  Protect your mind!

Peace, Love & Hugs!

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