Some mood music if you can listen and read:
Growing up we all go through the phases where we are barraged with constant reminders that we have to be the best, or strive for some other useless thing, find the perfect partiner, or even be the perfect partiner. It all gets to a point where we just question as to why we get so worked up? Why must we really care what he/she thinks about us?
With the knowledge of this never-ending string of things we must try to care about, we eventually begin to ration our our cares. Usually only to the situations that we deem fit to simply not give a fuck about. So when exactly does this happen? When do we finally stop caring and just live?
It happens when you mature. Personally from a young age I would care about everything, that ant about to fall under foot from where I was stepping or the way my parents would throw plates at each other in a hail marry attempt to knock some sense into the opposing party. After copious amount of instances you encounter begin to fade out, you finally realize you are causing far too much stress, provided you are caring about a current or past situation. They soon become obsolete because regardless of how hard you believe what you think is right or what should happen; it hardly ever does.
For me it took 20 years. I finally came to a point after growing up with emotionally, physically abusive parents, coupled with the fact they were both therapists, a failed relationship where I gave far too much to a girl who couldn't reciprocate a care about me, a dog who I lost who was my best friend and being stabbed in the back by close relatives; finally made me realize I was caring far too much about how my relationships, were going with people who stepped upon me. So I began to make a change.
Upon not overly caring about how well my grades were, how my SO(significant other) felt about me and the relationship, I began to do far better than I ever was. My SO left me and thank god of that too, it took a massive burden off of my shoulders, because I no longer felt like I was drowning. My parents and relatives respected my space as well as privacy, unfortunatly I cannot help my dog, but that is life and once you realize that life goes on.....everything else becomes obsolete.
A majority of the time we all have something terrible in our lives that has happened. Be it emotional problems, physical abuse, etc...The defining factor is what will you do about it? Very few people, ever have, someone reach out and help them up. Sometimes you have to be that helping hand to yourself, even if you know everything is going against you. Even if you know people could care less about what you did or what happened, you are the defining factor that will push and drive you to reach to new heights and discover who you truly are. And, in that process you will learn when to rationalize and when to undoubtably care for someone or a situation; all the rest, is just noise.
(K2 summit)
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Also to continue to a good read: https://markmanson.net/not-giving-a-fuck
It allows you to begin the process and start small.
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