Complete

I don’t know who wrote this but I’m really glad he or she did and now I’m doing my little part to share it with everyone.

"A misconception of humans about love & relationship is that having someone with us will make us complete. But the fact is Love is extending one's self to another. It means that before we enter a relationship, we should already be COMPLETE.

Otherwise, if we think that having someone will make us complete, it's not a relationship. Its dependence and it may not work out. When you are happy about yourself and you learn to love yourself, you may probably need not a partner (to a certain extent).

Right now, I'm trying to love myself more and to accept completeness. What happens next will be another story. But for some who may be losing hope, this affirmation may help.

COMPLETE.

Just because no one has been fortunate enough to realize what a gold mine you are, doesn't mean you shine any less.

Just because no one has been smart enough to figure out that you can't be topped, doesn't stop you from being the best.

Just because no one has come along to share your life, doesn't mean that day isn't coming.

Just because no one has made this race worthwhile, doesn't give you permission to stop running.

Just because no one has realized how much of a man/woman you are, doesn't mean they can affect your masculinity/femininity.

Just because no one has come to take the loneliness away, doesn't mean you have to settle for a lower quality.

Just because no one has shown up who can love you on your own level, doesn't mean you have to sink to theirs.

Just because God is still preparing your king/queen, doesn't mean that you're not already queen/king.

Just because your situation doesn't seem to be progressing right now, doesn't mean you need to change a thing.

Keep shining.
Keep running.
Keep hoping.
Keep praying.
Keep being exactly what you are already -

COMPLETE."

Hmmm, I guess you can be alone and be complete. But there is a difference between being alone and being lonely. There are times when I love the former, and I always despise the latter. But sometimes I can’t even tell the difference, and therein, as the bard would say, lies the rub.