I am surrounded by people 

who are filled with all types of emotions

and thoughts and opinions and beliefs 

I know about the things that they love

because they talk about it every single day

about how they love their boyfriend or girlfriend,

their mum, their dad, brother or sister,

their cousin, aunt, uncle, grandparents.

How much they love to read or write, 

play sports, go on walks, or animals

and nature and food and shopping. 

I would see their eyes light up

as they go on and on. But of course

there are the dark days where they

never seem okay and I want to know

what is wrong.

Normally it's "I hate my life" or "I hate my ...."

But they had just went on about all the things 

that they love in their life. 

And I finally figured it out,

that they need to love themselves 

before anything else in order to truly be happy.