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17 October, 2009

Resilient

It is astonishing that we can go through such an array of different and conflicting emotions in a short period of time, yet we are still able to function. We can still write, eat, wash the dishes and work.
Whilst inside the feelings rage and fight against one another, with your conscious mind trying to quiet the inner struggle.
We really are amazing but complex creatures. This brain of ours that differentiates us from all other life on the planet really is very complicated. Yet it still allows us to live to work through our problems. No one's problems are the same (they may be similar, but they all stem from different circumstances and experiences) but your own are the most important ones. Oh there may be wars and hunger and people dying horribly which of course it is the utmost horrific expression of suffering. But for us, our problems are the worst, yet we feel guilty for this, because of those other people that have had it so much harder than us. But does that makes our problems go away? Does that makes not cry? Does that stop us from feeling? And hurting?
It really doesn't. We just have to be open-minded and non-judgmental about other peoples (friends and relatives) problems and their own demons because for them, as it is for us, they are the biggest thing in the world.
That comprehension and compassion is unfortunately so sorely lacking in this modern world of ours. But, as we evolved in the past, maybe we will evolve some day to a stage where everyone is willing to listen to others and has no desire to cause hurt.

4 comments:

Sang said...

I went through a similar situation like this in the past. We were good friends first. I told her how I felt and she ended up marrying another man.

I was devestated, hurt, angry and depressed. I didn't speak to her again for 20 years.

We got back in touch through FB. She was still married to that same guy. They had a daughter together. She was happy.

After a few weeks of polite messages, I apologized to her. I apologized for ending our friendship, for not being there for her as a friend when her father passed away.

We're firends again. I realize now how much I missed her.

Be there for her as a friend, Paulo. If you can't bring yourself to do it today, or tomorrow, I understand. It still hurts.

But if you do truly love this woman. If she does mean that much to you. Be there for her as a friend. If you can.

Don't let 20 years go by between you.

Just a thought.

P said...

Sang, I am truly honoured and humbled that you have taken the time not only to read through my blog but giving me some advice as well, thank you.
I do want us to be friends, I am not angry at her, but it'll be hard to be around her and not be with her, at least for a while.
I rather us be friends at least, I do wish her only happiness, even if not with me... I promised her I wouldn't ignore her, I hope can fulfill that promise.

Luz said...

"Oh there may be wars and hunger and people dying horribly which of course it is the utmost horrific expression of suffering. But for us, our problems are the worst, yet we feel guilty for this, because of those other people that have had it so much harder than us. But does that makes our problems go away? Does that makes not cry? Does that stop us from feeling? And hurting?”

I used to feel so guilty for feeling as if my suffering were so bad. Then, someone told me, for the first time: “Wow. You’ve been through a lot.” And I was in shock. I didn’t believe it. But as cops and lawyers and friends and strangers and fellow survivors heard me tell what I’ve been through with horror- or pity- filled eyes, I realized, our suffering is our own. That got past the guilt. Now if only I could stave off the suffering itself.

P said...

aye, taking care of our suffering is indeed the hardest, especially when it is an emotional hurt, there is no telling when we will recover... we just have to hang in there I guess. and hope, although I don't like that to much, I +prefer, looking at the small things, the important ones, and treasure them. baby steps hey?