Why is it that we spend so much of our time trying to make other people happy? Or is it just me?
I have been fighting this battle for years slowly winning, gaining ground. Then rapidly falling back. I know life is not supposed to be easy but I don’t think the people closest to you, are the ones that are supposed to make it the most difficult either.
The older I get, the less time I want to give to other people and the more I need my “alone time”. Does this make me selfish or just a survivalist?
I value my time with myself and I don’t find myself getting lonely as I did when I was younger. Does that make me a bad person? Do I not care about people as much as I did before? Or Am I just accepting the fact, that not everyone matters all of the time.
I think I can drink to that!