Why?
Why does no one care?
Why does no one see that I’m hurting?
Why does no one understand that to me, presence is more important than presents?
Why am I still alive if I don’t want to be?
Why does life feel like a stream pulling me down? Why do I feel like it would be a lot easier to give up than to keep fighting?
Why can I not be happy?
I guess it doesn’t matter. Because, if they don’t understand my silence, the won’t understand my words.
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I don’t know the answer but I know how it feels. Sometimes I feel like a ghost.
Some people believe that suffering has a purpose. Some believe it translates to peace in the next life, or strength of character in this one.
I’m not so sure on the “why”s myself.
But I have to disagree with that last sentence, though. I mean, you know the people around you better than I. But some people can’t read silence. Sometimes, words help things. I know it’s a scary idea though, for sure. Talking to people isn’t easy, and it isn’t always advisable. You have to make sure that you choose the right people, is the trick.
I don’t know. You don’t have to listen to my advice. I probably don’t know what I’m talking about.
Suffering has and does serve a purpose for me in the sense that it makes me more compassionate and empathetic. I suppose it has also made me stronger in a way although I know that for some people it feels more like something that is sapping their strength and leaving them weaker.
I am sure you are right about talking to people about problems and feelings. I basically don’t do that. It is so hard to trust people, I don’t really trust anyone with my deepest, darkest thoughts any more.
I hope this isn’t hijacking your post too much insig, I wouldn’t want to do that.