It’s omniscient to watch all the people close to you drift away. Those that keep yourself together move apart, they reveal all your cracks and damages. And who would want to be around damaged goods? Who has the time, the energy, the effort to give a damn. The world is not full of those who repair broken antiques and beauty. No one is willing or able at the same time to lend both their hands to hold a half of you in each. It doesn’t matter how penitent you are, no matter how generously you try, there isn’t much of a hope that someone will walk into your life with a needle and thread.
If those you dedicated your life to leave you behind like the dirt beneath their feet, what hope or possibility is there that a complete stranger will come inside and make everything okay. Because that’s all we need to get by, just the ‘okay’. As long as its okay, everything else is redundant until its not.
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Have you ever noticed that when it comes to gems, the specialists prefer stones with flaws? They do. In the antique world as well, if something is perfect it’s met with skepticism, because perfection is an unattainable idea, and it’s presence is not to be trusted. They look for the cracks, the dents, as proof that this is indeed something precious, and even priceless. These objects are at times abandoned, thrown away, and left to rust or rot or be destroyed, but somehow they survive, and are rediscovered, and cherished.
They tend to be incredibly fragile but absolutely amazing. For all their apparent weakness, they are deceptively strong, able to take more damage than anyone would think possible. And Even if they break… There is always duct tape.
So well put in your last paragraph. What’s truly sad is the lack of regard people have for those who’ve been there for them when they were at the bottom of a deep hole or were in desperate need of some help.
I don’t know why that is. I personally never forget when people have helped me out…which was pretty rare since few people do help others, but I’m the type to go out of my way for someone else.
I wish everyone thought of suicide for a short period in their life. Only then would they really begin to appreciate how fragile life and relationships can be and to treat them with more care.
The simple fact is that people are mean towards each other because everything is always about themselves, never anyone else. It also seems as if people are less willing to fight for a relationship to make it work and last. We’d rather just cut each other off over misunderstandings and slights. It’s a wonder that so many people aren’t alone after battles that go on between ourselves.