Awaiting Your Special Someone
Cultivating Self-Love for a Fulfilling Relationship
You will find your own strengths and do your best to develop them to the best of your ability. You like your strengths and believe that one day you will be seen by a great person.
You won't doubt yourself because of other people's dislike. If you don't want to go with someone, you won't let them block the direction you should go.
You know you're not perfect. But you know better that the person who will cherish you is not because you have no shortcomings, but because he likes your advantages very much.
You know you are special. You know whoever has you will be happy.
You will hold on to that wait, you deserve a good person. You must first feel good about yourself before you meet another person who is also good.
You must first believe that you are special before you are worthy of a special and cherished love.
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Emily Chan - Life and love sharing
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A Little Bit Of God
January 2026 I thought I’d spend the night in neon lights on grainy film but my brother is telling me how an eternity of hell is caused by prevalent peace, and who am I to disrupt such a thing? So I found myself in the same skin with the same sights, wondering whether or not I am one of those– do I feel peace? Do I expect more when it is gone? It being everything. We’re running out of time but the car is belching up something strange and we’ve got God in between our eyes nodding along to every apology and plea spoken for our friends and loved ones– they don’t know any better, they’ll come around eventually. He’s telling me about barbed wire guides around lives and ties and wives and lies and, look, the snow is starting to fall so I guess we better hang up soon. But it’s been too long. We’re building fields of skills and realms of distrust and these moments are only seen now, can no longer be read as words, only swept with eyes upon oil pastels or smudged charcoal. It’s a painting of an evening, like Daniel’s soles in Edgar Degas’ mind, but if anything is just it’s the lack of unrest in skin like His and lives like this– okay, so maybe five hours on the phone is a lot if you have a job and you’re trying to cook dinner, but only one of us falls into that gorge and only one of us believes in what lies beneath it. My brother tells me things that sit in my spirit like half an ounce of prospect and a squeeze of bourn, how he tells God to let me in: despite my sins, despite all the moons in between these calls, despite the burning in both of our throats. I do feel peace here. I also feel that my peace is a subpar window job, a pinky’s strength avoiding blizzards inside the bedsheets. I’d like to spend more nights like this, with contrasting disaster living between a speakerphone, and God finding some space in between.
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Superb! Encouraging message embedded in this. Thanks
This was so deep and wonderful. Loved it!