Why Some Relationships Can't Be Forced to End
Unpacking the Idea of Destiny and Growth in Relationships
In fact, you don’t need to worry about whether to end a relationship. Don’t waste your energy struggling, because everything that seems to be your choice is actually destined.
Why did you meet him? Because his arrival just fit your magnetic field and could illuminate your heart. Even if you have been wandering around in this relationship and want to stay away from it to no avail, you will eventually return to the origin of this essence.
Don't rush to find an answer; the answer is not important. If the relationship is not over, you can't end it. Even though you really want to break up, you just can't because you haven't yet seen your own shortcomings.
When one day your magnetic field starts to become strong, all the people or things in your life that are not compatible with you will automatically stay away from you. So you just need to grow yourself; you just need to surpass him. Then you will find that your heart is strong, and it makes no difference whether he is there or not.
You have to know: only when you are confident are you qualified to talk about romance. Put away your unnecessary inferiority, keep your skin in good condition, exercise your body, enrich your mind, and make your conversation interesting, and you will naturally understand that life is worth it.
When you are thin and good-looking, and your wallet is full of money earned through your own hard work, you will suddenly realize that you don’t have time to worry about gains and losses, guess about things, or figure out others. If you bloom, butterflies will come to you; if you are wonderful, heaven will arrange everything for you.
A big part of growing up is acceptance: accepting separations, accepting the impermanence of the world, accepting loneliness and frustration, accepting sudden feelings of powerlessness, and accepting your own shortcomings.
Then change from the heart, turn on a light when it is dark, and bring an umbrella when it rains. Be sad at first, but don’t do anything stupid. After daybreak, you will be resurrected with full health.
Don't get hung up on bad things, don’t get angry at people who are not worth it, make your life more valuable, and learn to let go so that you can move forward better.
Thank you for reading!
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Blog Writer/Storyteller/Write stores and short srories.I am a writer who specializes in love,relationships and life sharing
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