The time is running out on love!

You just ended a long term relationship and you are feeling discouraged thinking about the fact that now you have to start all over so you can find your love before the clock stops. This clock isn't the clock of life but the imaginary clock that you have placed to monitor your love life. This clock is set based on society's timing or even your family's timing. We give ourselves a certain amount of years to accomplish certain things such as our education and business endeavors. However, it is foolish to put a time on how and when you will fall in love. You have no control over when this takes place. You can go through the dating process, you can prepare yourself the most suitable way to meet your perfect partner but you can never determine the time at which this person will walk into your life.

The stress comes into place when we start to realize that others have found love long before their set time. You start to wonder what you are doing wrong and whether or not you will be eternally doomed as it relates to love. The truth is that when you conti ally worry over it is when it seems to evade you even more. Instead of worrying you need to drown yourself into things that you can control such as your educational aspirations. Let go and breathe!! The time isn't running out on love because you can't set a time on it to begin with

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