Not everyone will like me. And what?
It took a long time for me to gradually come to terms with the idea that I would not be liked by everyone. It’s impossible – how can those who love meditation like me while I still love Zumba? And I can eat full spoons of olives even while drinking coffee while others love croissants. And I love acquaintances on the streets with strangers, so it takes two hours to get home from the store! And I adore the black jeans of the same fashion when the trend has already circled four wheels around me?
How those who count what they eat can like me when I eat anything and enjoy it? Sometimes I get silent when I need to talk. Sometimes, I close the door though everyone expects me to open it.
And I’m writing what I feel, not what’s for sale.
So, impossible to be loved by everyone as we are so different.
© Fortune, 2020
Impossible to be loved by everyone, agree?