It’s amazing how generic each of our lives seem to be. We have the same stories, the same pain, the same loneliness, the same fears, dreams and regrets. We feel alone, thinking that no one else can understand us better than ourselves, so we try to keep everything bottled up inside. We try to be our own personal heroes, battling it out on the field on our own. But we don’t always win. And we don’t always declare surrender. But it doesn’t matter does it? We are our only audience, we are our only readers, we are the only ones in our own fields because no one else knows. We can always fake success, happiness and strength because no one knows otherwise. But we are mere mortals. We can only endure so much.
I found comfort in the idea that life is as generic as drugs and that I am not the only one feeling the same way, experiencing the same thing. It was heartbreaking to realize we all held the same pain and yet we never knew we could have helped each other earlier. It also felt surprisingly happy to have been able to let it all out to everyone who was willing to listen. It felt different after you’ve come out weak, vulnerable and fragile. It felt as if you were stronger because there are other people who knew what you are going through and you know that they will be there to help you, protect you. For once, you wouldn’t have to be afraid that your ivory wall might crumble because you know, you have torn it apart yourself when you opened up your heart, your life, your pain to others. You don’t have to hide because you are not alone. Everybody else is just as pained as you. And everybody is willing to listen, to care and to cry with you.
Although it is heartbreaking to realize that everyone is suffering as much as you even if you feel that nobody else deserves the same pain as you, it was comforting to know that life is fair, that all are equal, that we are not alone.
And we will never be.
I learned to love life more because of its pain and its loneliness.
I learned to love life because I’ve found the best people to share them all with.
I found comfort in the idea that life is as generic as drugs and that I am not the only one feeling the same way, experiencing the same thing. It was heartbreaking to realize we all held the same pain and yet we never knew we could have helped each other earlier. It also felt surprisingly happy to have been able to let it all out to everyone who was willing to listen. It felt different after you’ve come out weak, vulnerable and fragile. It felt as if you were stronger because there are other people who knew what you are going through and you know that they will be there to help you, protect you. For once, you wouldn’t have to be afraid that your ivory wall might crumble because you know, you have torn it apart yourself when you opened up your heart, your life, your pain to others. You don’t have to hide because you are not alone. Everybody else is just as pained as you. And everybody is willing to listen, to care and to cry with you.
Although it is heartbreaking to realize that everyone is suffering as much as you even if you feel that nobody else deserves the same pain as you, it was comforting to know that life is fair, that all are equal, that we are not alone.
And we will never be.
I learned to love life more because of its pain and its loneliness.
I learned to love life because I’ve found the best people to share them all with.
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