When you like something try - again and again

There’s only a few things that I really care about.

See I used to be a softie, soft hearted, easily hurt.

I’d cry often. Still do.

But I guess in living life, in getting abandoned, hurt, spoken harshly to, heard things I didn’t want to hear, rejected, and stepped on.

I learnt.

I learnt it’s easier to detach.

But now - I come with a part of me, that contradicts detachment.

Though I’ve learned detachment very well.

I choose, again and again, every chance I have, not to.

To keep trying.

To try again, and again, and to try once more every time.

There’s no limit to how many time's I’d try, for something I saw value in it.

Not the kind of value you think. like a benefitting value.

But the kind of value that you can rarely find.

A full heart.

Something that gives you a full heart.

That gives you peace, love, fulfillment, joy.

Theres’s no limit to how many times I’d try for that.

Call it blind loyalty.

Call it stupidity..

Frankly, I don’t care.

Because you see, I know myself, from the depths of my soul and heart.

I know what little amount of things give me that smile.

That good feeling in your soul that makes you feel-

I’d never get tired of this.

I love even the just the existance of this.

I love even just the presence of this.

And for something like that,

I’d try,

Again and again and again and again.

No limit.

Because I know myself.

I know what I want. And I know that once I do, I will not want anything else.

Because what I want is the only thing that caught my attention, and my heart, in the first place.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have anchored itself into my heart the way it has.