Worth It.

When I see people at social media mentioning their friends and saying they are their “for keeps”, I find it interesting and cute, at the same time curious.


What makes them think that those people are for keeps? Are they worthwhile? Are they fun to be with? Are they the ones who they cry on? I’m curious.


I rarely open social media right now, but few hours ago I open it to see what is the current situation of our place. While scrolling I saw something that caught my attention – A schoolmate of mine share something about mental health. It caught my attention since I rarely see someone talking and discussing about mental health. I read what she said and it made me tear up. She stand against those people who are saying that depression and anxiety is just something that people made-up and thinks as if it is a nonsense.


I don’t usually comment on posts, but I just feel like I need to thank her – thank her for understanding and thinking about what some people feel. I always keep in mind that we can never really feel the same way as others unless we are they. I also keep in mind that what we can do is to understand them in a sense that we shouldn’t assume as if we are they, but comfort them as we are always with them.



*This blog is just all of a sudden, and I feel like it is worth sharing.*



For me, those people that are “For keeps” are the same people who will accept and make you feel like you are valid. 



Some people may not be with you always, but just by seeing them once and them telling you that you are valid and is okay to just be yourself - are “For keeps”




Some people may leave you, but knowing that there are still people who stayed even after seeing you fall down, and seeing your imperfections - are “For keeps”




Some people may not be at the same age as ours, but knowing that they will accept us and make us feel comfortable - are “For keeps”




And some people who are always in there – from the downfall, imperfections, mistakes, bad sides, and lonely days - are “Worth it.”




May you be with someone who will validate your feelings.




May you be with someone who will stay with you.




Be with you until you let yourself grow alone.




And be with you until being alone will not be equal to loneliness.




Appreciation blog for:


Miss Ellaine C. ❤️

Miss Acelin T. ❤️

Mr. Dennis P. ❤️

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