acceptance

I have to face the truth
That no one could look at me like you do
Like I'm something worth holding on to

Why do we struggle to accept the good intentions of others?
Why do we struggle to accept that maybe someone may like us for who we are?
Human nature inherently looks for the bad in everything, we seek a reason to sabotage ourselves, because to be happy seems to be something we don't believe we deserve, or that in the long run the same thing will happen to us as previously, and so we guard ourselves. I've brought this up before, but again I'd like to question it, that even in our happiest moments, we doubt and we question what should not be questioned.

I guess all I want to ask is, weighing it up, is the happiness before the almost inevitability of equal or greater value? How do we determine something as more or less important, when different perspectives and different experiences will present different answers? This isn't to say I'm not happy. I am, extraordinarily so, and for once I find myself not questioning it, which, in its turn, made me wonder why in the past I have been so quick to distrust.

And I apologise for the font size, I don't know what's going on with it....