I'm trying to write the book I promised myself that I would write. So far I've just scribbled a few impressive only liners. There's no structure. I don't even know what I'm writing about. I swear, I'm writing 3 different types of books without knowing it.
The good thing is I'm also an optimist. I know this is just a temporary hump to get over. It's never easy getting into a new practice, but it does get easier with momentum.
It's the same with love, I suppose. When you love someone, you must get over that hump that this person isn't what you expected. You must learn to love someone for who they really are and not with that "idea" you held for them.
I should write a book about love.. But it wouldn't be a self help book. I don't think people would buy it, since I don't have the credentials to be taken seriously. First of all, I'm not a marriage counselor nor am I in a successful long term relationship. Maybe I should just write a book about what NOT to do and warn people that they might end up like me. A heartbroken 28 year old who lives in a poolhouse by himself in good ol' Long Beach, California.
I should give myself more credit actually. I developed the formula to attract love. Right now I'm currently witnessing the trial and error phase. Just like Thomas Edison and his many failed light bulb attempts, alas, I have myself another broken heart.
Well, no worries. All we need to do is pick up the pieces and move forward. The love of my life is waiting for me out there. So back to the drawing boards it is then.
At least I love myself.
That's the most important thing.
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