The fear of unrequited love drives many of us to prioritize control over connection, leading to cycles of superficial interactions and a world where love is elusive, its impostors are celebrated, and its healing potential is stifled.
I've always been a bit confused when 'only children' tell me how jealous they are of people who had siblings growing up.
I was watching a documentary about gang life a while ago where a gentleman was interviewed and he was asked what he was afraid of. He replied, 'I ain't scared of shit except God, the po-lice, and my mama.' Hearing this struck me because those were the only things I was afraid of too.
