We all try to find that one person with the smallest luck that we have. Somehow I realized that I’m rushing things a bit. I’m getting tired of it. I’m searching so much that I don’t have time for myself anymore. The best thing I could do for myself now is to kick the breaks and just sit down. I don’t want to find love anymore because I’m letting it find me. Now I can do stuff I want and who knows, that person might pop out of nowhere. Everybody needs to be patient at some point in their lives, right?