Feelings come, and feelings go. At one moment perhaps it was all you've ever needed, or wanted. But sometimes life happens, and things don't work out. But you don't have to fear them, you don't need to crave them. Let them come, and let them go. It's not the end. No feeling is the end. None of any feelings are permanent realities, no matter how intense they might have been at one point in time. That's the good thing about feelings, too. Sometimes they fade... Other times, they mend.



Just a little something I saw on the web that made me edit it. I found it nice. It is true, isn't it? No feelings are ever permanent realities, no matter how intense they might have been.