The “One”

October 2, 2022

 When you realize part of your mormon conditioning was to chase men. And date them, marry them- like our entire world revolves around it. I hated it then and i hate it now. I don’t hate men, but I’ve spent so much of my life pursuing men that I barely know how to hang out with women. I’m also letting myself be easy access. I don’t have the energy to spend on people that do not elevate me. And in that search there is no search for love- there is no quest or American dream ending- in those connections you’re just lifting eachother up and experiencing a moment in each others lives. Why do we have to spend our life with one person. Why is life often a search for the one. What if i am the one? 



There is no “one” for me out there. I am the one. 




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