Running.. is it good or bad? For the weak or the smart?
We're all selfish people. We all want, something, anything. Some sort of feeling or possession to call our own. Now why do we simply shut out other's wants and needs? A friend...close friend, someone you brought into your world, YOUR world, and let them in and showed them everything you were-no smokescreens, and it is given back to you, a new world to see that isn't your own. Obviously a close bond will form. However balance is so necessary. So is it right for when one who has given finally needs to take, needs someone, and the person runs.
The feeling is not known by all, but the best description that can be written here is the feeling of utter rejections to a point that your co-dependency is crashing before your eyes. The effort is suddenly a complete waste of time and life, years even, years that you'll now have to look on bitterly. And now the psychological damage caused because of the ripping away. To be ripped right down the middle because you've grown so accustomed to having that extra lung to breathe with, that you now realize you're wheezing and you're so very sure you can't function. And then you don't want to. You don't want to try because you're sure you'll be crushed, another collapsed lung you can't afford.
Time does heal wounds but it's intriguing that not all can understand the feeling of suffocation. So while recognizing that rejection is one the deepest pains of humanity, why do we continue to do it? Is running smart if you know you CAN'T help or you're incapable...but how would you deal with it otherwise?
Also in this post, I'd like to add that I'm going to start taking questions from [anyone] to give advice to. Completely anon. if you prefer.
The feeling is not known by all, but the best description that can be written here is the feeling of utter rejections to a point that your co-dependency is crashing before your eyes. The effort is suddenly a complete waste of time and life, years even, years that you'll now have to look on bitterly. And now the psychological damage caused because of the ripping away. To be ripped right down the middle because you've grown so accustomed to having that extra lung to breathe with, that you now realize you're wheezing and you're so very sure you can't function. And then you don't want to. You don't want to try because you're sure you'll be crushed, another collapsed lung you can't afford.
Time does heal wounds but it's intriguing that not all can understand the feeling of suffocation. So while recognizing that rejection is one the deepest pains of humanity, why do we continue to do it? Is running smart if you know you CAN'T help or you're incapable...but how would you deal with it otherwise?
Also in this post, I'd like to add that I'm going to start taking questions from [anyone] to give advice to. Completely anon. if you prefer.
No comments:
Post a Comment