I can handle more than I think I can.

That if I'm not sure if I'm doing it out of anger/infatuation/greed/envy, I'm better off waiting till I am sure why I am doing it.

That its ok not to have an answer. I can't rush my decisions just because someone else - or I - think I need an answer right now.

That there is NO excuse for yelling like an uncivilised homosapien with a cuss word spouter stuck in your mouth. No excuse.

That physical exercise, music, calm water bodies, time alone and a good loud night out can cure the blues miraculously.

That no matter how much you feel for a person, love a person, take care of every emotion, need, long to be with them in the way you dream of, no matter how much they genuinely appreciate all of this, unless they are capable of returning those emotions with the SAME intention and intensity these feelings mean NOTHING.

That the smell of fresh rain on dry earth coupled with the pitter of the first drizzle against the window pane can soothe the most troubled mind.

That sometimes when my dynamic with someone goes in a different direction than what I expected, I should stop pushing it back to what I want.

That I have a desperate need to be alone sometimes.

That I have a desperate need to be in good intelligent company sometimes.

That new born babies can pull the breath out of me. Each and every time.

That I deserve  all of it. Good and bad. And no one should tell me I don't. Because the law of karma isn't in any human being's hand.