Sometimes the thought of losing certain people terrifies me… it literally puts a lump in my throat and a pain in my chest. But finally when I gather my thoughts and force myself to think rationally, I realize I’ve felt that way many times before. I have had the misfortune of losing certain people who were very important to me, but I survived. I’m still happy, even without them.
It reminds me that my happiness is not dependant on who is present or not present in my life. My happiness is dependant on my will to be happy.
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