Letting Go Of The Hate, And Embracing What Matters
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Letting Go Of The Hate, And Embracing What Matters

It's not that I don't care, it's that I'm not letting it bother me

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Letting Go Of The Hate, And Embracing What Matters
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We've all heard it been said, "don't care about what other people think."

Do your own thing, don't worry about the opinions of others.

If only it were as easy as seeing the faults in others, and throwing out insults.

Because whether we admit it or not, WE ALL CARE.

There are many things we should care about, and rightfully so, but there are many things that we have to just let go of.

Your good friend has grown distant from you and no longer wishes to be your friend, despite any and all efforts you have made to mend your friendship.

So, let it go.

He or she broke up with you.

Let it go.

Your boss is a jerk, doesn't give clear directions, and drives you insane.

Let it go.

For some reason, there are people out there who find sheer joy in our mistakes, or those who love to hear about our gossip, and as annoying as it is, its far worse that, that is how they spend their time, so you do not need to care.

As human beings, with our various personalities, and millions of feelings and emotions, we can be VERY annoying.

We all have that friend who secretly envies you and likes it when you mess up, teachers who like to pick on you, crazy internet people who argue every tweet and post you make, the crazy lady who gives you scary parenting advice, the grumpy old man who discourages you from any and all joy in life.

And it is so annoying.

But it's those small moments when we have a choice, we either let it bother us, and give them a taste of their own medicine, or we drop it.

In fact, sometimes we hold back something that needs to be said, out of fear.

We don't step up for someone, we don't speak up for ourselves, or fight for a meaningful cause simply because we are afraid,

because we care far too deeply about the opinions of others.

So we don't say anything when really, we should be saying everything in that moment.

Instead of fighting back against the avid Facebook politician, stand up for someone in public, and be willing to stand by your own opinions in a way that isn't defensive.

Kindness is not weakness, and people who are being kind do not deserve to be walked all over.

It's discouraging when your own kindness is used against you, and you reach the point, where you truly feel like not caring anymore.

Then we get mad.

We get that facebook post ready to go, or that sassy Instagram picture, and cruel hashtag ready to tell the world "LEAVE ME ALONE."

But you will never regret being kind, and you will never regret being silent when the world is looking for you to blow up, and you will never regret speaking up for someone who no one else is willing to speak up for.

It is very hard to be kind, and kindness can sometimes be mistaken for weakness, but it's not.

So here's to not caring.

I am the person who posts a picture of a guy and deletes it 10 seconds later. I continue to make the same mistakes, and one of my friends will tell another friend, who will tell another. At times I will not be on my best behavior, I'll say the wrong thing, and maybe even totally embarrass myself, which will please all the haters.

But I don't care.

And you shouldn't either.

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