Friday, October 24, 2008
Just a Little Something on my Mind...
Lately, a few things have kept coming up that have just reminded me how sad life can be sometimes. I mean, really, does anyone at all get out of life without being a victim of it at some point? I am usually one to totally avoid absolutes like that, but I am feeling pretty comfortable with this one. We have all had a broken heart in some way. We will all know devestation before it's all over, if we live long enough, and if we at all connect emotionally to life.
I know one suck part has got to be just waiting for the pain to end, whether it's a loss of a dream, loss of a relationship, your health, watching your child go through it, whatever. You wake up morning after morning, and finally just decide that this will be how it will be forever. Hope is not a thing that has any habitation inside you.
Another low... just feeling so alone in whatever it is. The lonely ache deep in your chest sucking the air out of you lungs. The lonely static in your brain leaving you staring out into space. And, the others in the world who have it so good, who have exactly what they want...what you want.
These thoughts are for you guys. You, who are lonely, and mourning the loss of a dream or ideal. You, my friend, just making do with what life has thrown your way. Getting it through your head that you are not special, as you were once told, you are just one more human coping with life. I know probably that people like me who can easily hide life's ache behind the American dream can really make your ass twitch. But just a reminder: We have all been there, or our day is coming. The absolute ugliness of life, the heavy beast that lays upon your heart, has been my companion too. It has been the companion of the beautiful, the rich, the powerful, the royal, the innocent, even those who are now surrounded by love.
For you, this little note of encouragement and recognition is my simple offering. Unfortunately, so often, healing, learning, growing, moving on, redemption, all of it, must be done by you and you alone. Thanks for living, breathing, walking, laughing, keeping on. Thanks for crying, screaming, singing out loud.
Life...that's what keeps the wordsmiths writing. And how interesting is that the fact that no one is special means also, that everyone is.