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Trap

Validation is a dangerous trap. It’s scary because it’s intoxicating and a lot of people are so deep into it, they don’t even realize it. It use to really bother me when I wasn’t received by people who either didn’t like me, or by people I thought would support and cheer me on during different seasons in my life. I finally came to the conclusion that if you live for people’s compliments, celebrations of you, or any other fleeting forms of validation, you’ll die from their silence, disapproval, or opinions. Maybe not a quick death, but a slowly drawn out one, that’ll begin the moment people don’t cater or coddle your desire to be liked, loved, or accepted.

Trust me.

Also, social media “likes” (or lack thereof) and the other button options available to choose from, don’t mean anything. Not anything serious, anyway. It’s important not to let these things go to your head, and especially not your heart. It’s easy to get caught up, so I encourage people to be careful and often remind myself to do the same. Who doesn’t enjoy those moments when someone likes or utilizes that heart shaped love button on their posts or awesome pictures? It’s not odd, but it’s good to keep perspective. If I post a great picture of myself and know it’s great, I could care less who doesn’t like or love it because all that matters is what I think of what I’m posting. I think a lot of people don’t realize how much power they’re giving away when they let other people validate them, and get a feel good high from it. It’s kind of ridiculous. I’ve even heard people say and share things like, this or that person doesn’t ever like my posts or photos. Who cares? You can always like your own posts and photos. Want to know something else? A lot of people are on social media looking at what other people are doing, or have going on, without really knowing what someone’s real life is like behind closed doors. It’s a smokescreen thing. Try not to fall into the trap. If no one else ever tells you, I’ll be the one to let you know through this post, I think you’re awesome.  
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