Disappointments ~
Disappointment. It gets us all from time to time. Disappointed when those homemade bakery style cinnamon rolls we've driven 20 minutes out of our way to get, have already sold out - or when our computer has a glitch and we can't get that really good sale price or those coveted concert tickets. That's life. We're annoyed for a while, then we move on, realizing it's not that big of a deal in the scheme of things. *shrug*
But what happens when disappointments run deeper? When it runs way too deep. For instance when people you love and trust, act in ways you never could have imagined. Or perhaps when your own perceptions about "how it is" are so deeply wrong, that you never once see the crash coming? That's an entirely different type of disappointment. That's the kind that arent easily brushed away or forgotten.
Those disappointments are like having a deep, internal, poisonous thorn lodged in the heart l, right where you can't get at it to remove it. That damn thing irritates, and gets caught on everything around each time you move. It jerks back and forth causing excruciating, stabbing pain, but it never does break free.
After a while, the movement begins to damage and kill the surrounding tissue.
Soon nothing is working right. And that's a pain in the 🍑, to put it mildly.
And healing....what's that?
You're left floundering somewhere between a rock and a hard place. Doesn't matter what you do, things aren't right and you feel it with every step.
Have you ever craved some kind of snack or meal even though you know you'll be sick later? Or when you unknowingly take a big swig of overly hot coffee? Laughs. No matter what your next move is, it's going to be wrong. Eh, you know what I mean.
At least a lot of you do. This place is filled with people trying to navigate life while bei g stabbed by their own permanent thorn.
I guess the best we can hope for is to either carry it long enough, that we become immune to the pain and it becomes normal part of life and who we are until we no longer notice it or that we stumble in to the miracle of all miracles and somehow figure out how to get the damn thing out of there before it kills everything...before it kills us.
Until then, I guess the only option is to be as kind as possible, with the hope others might be kind to us in return. We all need that kindness to make it through the day with a smile on our faces - even if, at the end of the day, when we are at our weakest, we acknowledge the smile is fake, the pain secretly remains, and the charade is exhausting.
But what happens when disappointments run deeper? When it runs way too deep. For instance when people you love and trust, act in ways you never could have imagined. Or perhaps when your own perceptions about "how it is" are so deeply wrong, that you never once see the crash coming? That's an entirely different type of disappointment. That's the kind that arent easily brushed away or forgotten.
Those disappointments are like having a deep, internal, poisonous thorn lodged in the heart l, right where you can't get at it to remove it. That damn thing irritates, and gets caught on everything around each time you move. It jerks back and forth causing excruciating, stabbing pain, but it never does break free.
After a while, the movement begins to damage and kill the surrounding tissue.
Soon nothing is working right. And that's a pain in the 🍑, to put it mildly.
And healing....what's that?
You're left floundering somewhere between a rock and a hard place. Doesn't matter what you do, things aren't right and you feel it with every step.
Have you ever craved some kind of snack or meal even though you know you'll be sick later? Or when you unknowingly take a big swig of overly hot coffee? Laughs. No matter what your next move is, it's going to be wrong. Eh, you know what I mean.
At least a lot of you do. This place is filled with people trying to navigate life while bei g stabbed by their own permanent thorn.
I guess the best we can hope for is to either carry it long enough, that we become immune to the pain and it becomes normal part of life and who we are until we no longer notice it or that we stumble in to the miracle of all miracles and somehow figure out how to get the damn thing out of there before it kills everything...before it kills us.
Until then, I guess the only option is to be as kind as possible, with the hope others might be kind to us in return. We all need that kindness to make it through the day with a smile on our faces - even if, at the end of the day, when we are at our weakest, we acknowledge the smile is fake, the pain secretly remains, and the charade is exhausting.
61-69, F
