I don’t know what’s harder… accepting reality, or pretending life is great.
Good grief. If only life was simple, easy, and welcoming.
Though I am an optimist, and I do believe in positive thinking, some days you just need to shout and say out loud FUCK, and comment on life, and what’s going on.
This real world can hurt, be confusing, unclear, and down right depressing.
I recently have had to let go of some very close people. It was not my conscious choice. I love people too much, and I deeply admire people for who they are. I value people who help me, touch my heart, and relationships that make me, shift me, and teach me.
I know, I love too deeply.
But the pain is unreal when you feel rejected, loose those you think are close to you, and disconnect from those that maybe once cared.
For me, it breaks me, beyond words, when I think I knew who matters, and realize and find out, I actually mean nothing to them.
I guess empathy is a gift and curse. I suppose we all can be cruel, unkind, and inauthentic with people.
Maybe this whole world is hocus pocus and some silly game we’re all pretending in. I mean, I wonder constantly if anyone is real anymore, and if we took away jobs, titles, and money, who would be left to care, and how would people treat people?