Picture this - a casual Instagram scroll. You tap into that handy search bar and type in #RelationshipGoals. Boom! The first thing to hit your retina? The who's who of relationship gurus.
So, you, my friend, do what any curious soul would do. You tap on the first account. And what's their most recent gem of wisdom? Drumroll, please... "Don't beg for love or friendship. If the effort isn't mutual, pack your bags and hit the road, Jack (or Jill)."
Now, doesn't that just blow your socks off with its profound insight? I'm not throwing shade at the account, but I mean, really? Isn't it about time we start offering cures instead of band-aids?
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not asking you to point fingers. It's more of a rhetorical musing. And we both know the answer: zip, zero, zilch.
Okay, indulge me for a second. Suppose you see a rose sprouting right out of a solid concrete slab. Now, would you say that rose had to hustle more than a garden-grown rose?
Honestly, I wouldn't know. Last time I checked, I wasn't a rose. But it's easy to judge the rough 'n' tough environment and assume life's been hard for our concrete rose. I mean, it’s got to be a rough ride for a delicate bloom to break through solid concrete, right? Maybe. Maybe not.
This concrete rose, blooming against all odds, becomes the center of attention. Folks stepping over and around it to admire its resilient beauty. When night falls, it’s a sight to behold. Bathed in the soft glow of street lights reflecting off the concrete, it's a symbol of how rough beginnings can't dim true inner radiance.
But hang on, have we forgotten our garden rose? Amidst beetles, mites, caterpillars, and grasshoppers not to mention those predators who snack on them! Oh, and don’t forget the friendly neighborhood insecticide showers. Isn't this rose's journey equally tumultuous?
So, I pose the question again: who's had to work harder to grow?
This is why I'm a bit skeptical of these typical social media relationship nuggets. To really level up your love game, you've got to do some serious self-discovery. Why did you judge the situation in the first place? The moment you comprehend your own nature, only then can you start evaluating the efforts put into your relationship. It'll all boil down to what you need to flourish.
So, my friend, which rose are you? Are you breaking through concrete slabs or gracefully dancing around garden bugs?
Remember, my friend, love isn't about treatment, it's about cure. The journey starts with you! "If you can't see your success, change your vantage pointe."
Let me drop some truth here. You're in charge of your own love saga, folks. You're the skipper steering your love boat towards the mystical island of ‘Happily Ever After.’ It’s like the iconic poem, Invictus, you're the boss of your fate, the lead actor in your romantic comedy.
Picture this: Your best friend, the one who's stuck around through your dramatic breakups and weird obsessions, happens to be of the opposite sex. You've both been in this Platonic purgatory for years, believing that dating each other would be as disastrous as pineapple on pizza. I beg to differ!
In this energy-charged dance, there's always one doing the tango of love. Often, this tango manifests subtly, hidden under layers of friendly banter and harmless suggestions.
Once upon a time, I had a client. Let's call him John. John was stuck in this situation, holding a torch for his best friend who was blissfully unaware. Over the years, he silently filled her love bucket but never managed to refill his own. As John's romantic energy turned into sexual tension, he struggled to make her see his feelings for her. His other relationships fell apart because all his love was parked in her heart, leaving only negativity to share with others. All the while, his best friend remained oblivious to his coded messages, resulting in a self-fulfilling prophecy of a relationship doomed before it even began.
Flip the coin and meet Jane, another client. Jane was filling up her love tank, banking on her best friend to eventually see the light. But here's the tricky part. Jane, just like many of us, had her insecurities. She questioned if her love was enough, if her capacity to love was as big as she thought. And you know what? Her insecurities were like a brick, blocking the way to her heart and holding back the love she truly deserved.
Let's clear one thing up, folks. The idea that things just ‘happen’ - nah, it’s a myth. Remember that steamy eye contact with a stranger at a party? It was no random coincidence, darling. Those shared emotions were all because he turned up the charm, lit the spark, and played the game of attraction with finesse.
Firstly, let's get real here. Single? Partnered? It doesn't matter which side of the relationship spectrum you're on. Look around you. Anyone lurking who's occupying too much of your time without being 'the one'?
We all have these characters in our life, and they always dodge that one crucial question, "Why are you in my life?" They stutter, they stammer, not because they're clueless, but rather, they're terrified of admitting their true feelings. But hey, no bullschit responses allowed here. Let's get brutally honest and figure out their purpose in your life.
If you're flying solo, there's no need to despair. Dream up your perfect partner and set the stage. Into art? Make the galleries your second home. More of an outdoorsy type? Hit those hiking trails. Don't let bad past experiences color your present. Just because you picked up a guy at a bar and he turned out to be a drink-loving disaster doesn't mean every bar guy is a ticking beer bomb.
Gentlemen, it's time to embrace that fear. That's your ticket to success. You see a gorgeous lady, your eyes linger, and voila, you're caught. But don't let that frighten you. Own it! If you're brazen enough to admire her, be brave enough to admit it. Got caught in a Zack Morris time-freeze? Well, that's her fault for being so breathtakingly beautiful.
Let's delve into a little tale from my own life, introducing four friends: Marc, Shelby, Eleanor, and Jacob. Marc and Shelby are dating, as are Eleanor and Jacob. But while Eleanor and Jacob are floating on cloud nine, Marc's turning into a verbal Godzilla, hurling abusive words at Shelby.
This is where the plot thickens. Unbeknownst to Shelby, Marc's pouring out his heart to Eleanor, painting a dreary picture of his relationship. What's worse, he's slowly trying to sell Eleanor a dream. He's weaving a web, setting her up for the snake's strike. And poor Jacob, oblivious to Marc's intentions, encourages this communication.
Beware, ladies and gentlemen, of such serpents in your life. They strike when you least expect it, paralyzing you with their potent venom, sowing seeds of doubt and confusion in your relationships.