Coming from a good place

One of my favourite quotes is “living well is the best revenge“.

People who hate you? You know what they hate more than just you? A happy you.

This quote resurfaced for me once more when I heard and read some hurtful things about me from other people. Thankfully, I wasn’t hurt and I think that’s all because I am in a very happy and good place right now.

To me, those words and the people it came from didn’t matter to me – they even sounded a little silly. When I thought about it some more, I realized that I felt sad for them, even. It was a weird realization, but I think it boils down to this:

I feel sad for them because they’re not in a good place. Happy people don’t message or talk to people they’ve never met before and try to make them feel bad. They just don’t. They’re busy being happy. And maybe one day they will be in a better place and they won’t have to resort to doing these kinds of things in order to make themselves feel better. That’s what I genuinely hope for every person, regardless of if they like me or not.

I don’t hope for this because I’m an angel or a perfect individual or that I believe every person out there is a good person. I have people I dislike, I have ugly thoughts and words brewing inside me sometimes too. But I try my best to cultivate positive thoughts, to grow my vocabulary of kind words. When ugliness spews from my mouth, it reflects more poorly on my character instead of who I’m intending it for.

In the last ten years, I’ve gone through my share of insecurities. There are still things I don’t like about my body or my face or my personality, but I’m either working towards resolving those or I’ve found new ways to appreciate my not-so-perfect parts. I like my smile. I like the way my eyes change into half moons when I laugh. I like how short I am. I like my hair even if it doesn’t listen to me sometimes. I like my body. I like how I look, how I talk to others, how I think about others. In general, I like me.

You might not like me. I could be doing anything (flipping my hair, looking at my phone, um breathing maybe) and that could annoy you, simply because you don’t like anything I do. That’s ok too.

You can’t hurt me. I am too happy. And I hope you will be soon too.

Sincerely, Loewe