Sometime ago, while I was trying to productively procrastinate (if
there was such a thing), I set myself to make lists. The first task was
to list down all the things that I love about myself. I found that,
after a minute or so, I couldn't think of anything... I stopped writing.
I moved on the next list, and that was things I'd like to change about
myself/my life.
And wow.
I just kept writing, and writing. After I was finally finished, I sat
back and looked at the two lists. The 'changes' list was much, much, much
longer than the 'love' list. Looking at the disproportionate contrast
in their length, I was never more aware of how dissatisfied I was with
myself. Was I being ungrateful? Was I being discontent? Was I just an
overall negative person? I didn't think so, but these two lists
certainly said otherwise.
Since
then, I've tried to practise more self-love on the daily. Sure, there
are changes we'd all like to implement into our lives, and there are
just stuff lying about us (and our lives) that we just want to change.
right. now. But constantly desiring that won't make our lives any
better. Instead, we should really love ourselves more, be okay with our
lives the way it is (doesn't mean it's immune to change)... just like
Bruno Mars had put it simply, just the way we are.