At what point do you admit that if it’s you against the world that you must be wrong about something? If you are constantly angry, if you constantly feel slighted, if every day is a fight – at what point do you stop to think:
I must be
about something —
For every four days of fighting, you have two of apologies and one that really doesn’t seem so bad. Then the final night passes, and it all starts again from the beginning like a broken record that keeps spinning the same lilting melody. Your life becomes this daunting, unfulfilling thing, and you can’t help but to wonder why?
Even worse, perhaps, is the fact that not only are you hurting yourself, but you are hurting those that care about you or care to be loved by you. Even worse, perhaps, is the fact that those that have stuck by you through your hour of need, your problems, your complexes, your rage and your hate are suddenly non-responsive. It’s almost as though a light switched on in their brain, and they suddenly realize that…
is the reason
for their own suffering
and feelings of
Those that love you suddenly realize that they are not living because they have given so much of themselves to you that they have forgotten who they were. Those that love you suddenly remember that they are wonderful people whom deserved to be cared about and loved and put before anything else in somebody’s heart (too).
Maybe they suddenly realize that they can’t change you.
Maybe they suddenly realize that it’s not their fault. You have always succeeded in making them feel at fault for your suffering. Or at least feel bad for your suffering. Always feel like you’ve suffered so much that they must accept your disrespect and intermittent cruelty.
But maybe with this realization,
people will walk out of your life
from one day to the next
like the breeze on a
Or maybe they won’t. Maybe they are stronger than that. Or maybe weaker. Maybe they love you too much. Or maybe you have negated their worth so often that they have begun to doubt themselves.
Maybe that fleeting moment of strength passes them by before they even realize it, and the opportunity to free themselves from the wretched arms of another’s suffering disappears like a firefly in the night. For this moment.
But if you don’t change. If you don’t embrace the world with open arms. If you don’t approach each day with an innocent positivity and stop looking for the great depression, well…