mynamesearn

Oh… I am a very sentimental person, and I love that a lot. I’m always reminiscing about things. Sometimes I’ll just sit there and replay little moments in my head, random things that made me laugh, people I met once and never saw again, nights that felt infinite for no reason. I get so happy when I see people being themselves and actually enjoying it.

I love it when you’re at a party, and people either all know each other or none of them do, but somehow everyone ends up talking anyway. I love when the energy in the room shifts and suddenly you’re just there, connecting, laughing, being human.

I get emotional when I witness someone getting what they deserve. When my friends finally get treated right by their person. When people help each other with nothing in return, simply because they care. I love that kind of love. It reminds me that goodness still exists, and that it doesn’t always need to be loud to be powerful.

And I love when my best friend tells other people how proud she is of me. I love doing that too. I’ll tell everyone how special my friends are because they deserve it. I think one of the best ways to show love is to appreciate people while you have them. Otherwise, what’s the point of all of this? I’d rather say too much than nothing at all.

I love when people find their person, their people, their community. There’s something so beautiful about belonging, not in a forced way, but in that “you just fit here” kind of way. And I love being nostalgic about the good things that have happened in my life.

I used to think being sentimental was bad, that thinking about the past meant you were stuck there. And sure, it can be bad if you keep wishing you could change it. But if you’re just remembering a moment because it made you who you are, because you feel gratitude for it, then why not? Why not let yourself feel that?

Even if it makes you sad, why not? Sadness isn’t the end of the world. It’s just proof that you felt something real once.

The only problem is when you let the past ruin the present. Don’t do that. Don’t let that old story steal your moment now. I know it’s hard, we’re human, we care, we give too many fucks about everything. And that’s okay. Give a fuck. Care deeply. Just don’t forget that right now also deserves your attention. You’re not living back there anymore. You’re here.

We’re all trying so hard to “not give a fuck.” And I get it, you should protect your peace, you should let some things slide. But honestly? Maybe we should bring back giving a fuck. Maybe we should care deeply again. Because when you care, you connect. And when you connect, you feel. That’s the whole point of being here, isn’t it?

To feel things, to care enough to cry, to cheer for someone, to miss someone, to show up. So yeah, don’t give a fuck about things that don’t matter, but give all the fucks about the ones that do.

You can’t control the past; it already happened. You can’t rewrite it. But you can choose how you hold it. You can choose to take it as a piece of you.

I think everything happens the way it’s meant to, even the things that make zero sense when they’re happening. Even the small things. Because honestly, none of it is ever small. Every little thing carries a piece of you in it. Every conversation, every mistake, every person who made you feel something, they’re all tiny pieces in your story.

And that’s what being sentimental is to me. It’s not living in the past. It’s honouring it. It’s looking back and saying, “That mattered.” Even if it hurts. Even if it ended. It still mattered.