REALIZATION ( AN OPEN MIND TO SELF-COMFORTABILITY)

My religion would say, “Love Your Neighbour As Yourself,” and a motivational speaker would say, “You can't give out love if you don't first love yourself,” and then society, families, and everything that involves billings and more would scream, “Help me, if you really love me.”.Take these words from a person who had once given her whole business capital for the good of others. The first was to put food on the table, and the second was to please her mom.

Please don't ask me what it was.

You'll be right to call me stupid after reading the last paragraph, but it's what I did in the name of love, as society calls it. At the end, the blame falls back to me and not the people I helped with my business capital.After these experiences and more, my decision to have a change of environment made a big difference. It was a start to being self-compassionate. I realized that as much as I would love to help those around me and contribute to my family, it'll require my two fees to be solid on the ground. I needed to discipline myself in learning how to say “no.”. It was self-teaching where I kept reassuring myself that the people around me would survive with or without me. I had to learn how to put myself first in some certain ways and stop second-guessing how life would be for the next person. Leaving home was my first breakthrough, and I kept the bells ringing in constant reminders that I would be swallowed by the mud if I picked on the wrong foot and walked while crawling on wet ground.The society would always be there while life goes on. I've gradually become accustomed to self-investment and going all out in reaching my set target, along with assisting according to my capacity if a situation calls for it.

Also, being self-compassionate could fall into other forms aside from the good will to help others. As much as I hate being around bad energies, I've somehow found myself in the company of a person with low self-esteem. A mentality that speaks of not being good enough and makes one depreciate themselves to a state of pointing a finger at himself to call a failure. Instead of feeling irritated, I felt empathy. But I refused to dwell much on pity because it would make no difference with the situation. I'd rather put that energy into a brutal encouragement, to later on realize that there's little to what I could offer and more of the work requires a self-effort from the person's ends. Society would only work on what we give; the face we show them is our decision to make, and at the end of the day, we hold the upper hand in the way we choose to handle oour lives while presenting ourselves to the world we live in, and we're responsible for whatever account comes out of it. Self-compassion that goes hand in hand with self-appreciation gives a high percent chance of birthing a beautiful picture from both inside and out for the world to see.