“I think it’s funny how that works,” she said.
“We walk around with these masks. We hide away the parts of ourselves that make us human — the parts that have built us into who we are today, the parts that make up our lessons, our scars. We tuck away the things that we feel ashamed of — the mistakes we have made, the people we have hurt.
And we ache. My god do we ache.
We convince ourselves that we are the only human being in a world of billions, to feel lost at times, to feel lonely. We convince ourselves that people wouldn’t understand the damage within us. We convince ourselves that no one has time to listen, that no one truly cares.
So we give up too soon. We don’t get to know people, we fear that they will run away the moment they see our bruises, our baggage. But we are wrong, because we aren’t the only human beings to have felt loss deep in our bones, to have had our hearts broken in irreparable ways. We aren’t alone in all of this. We aren’t alone.
And I think that’s what makes it so comical, so heartbreaking. We are all searching for connection, and yet we are all avoiding eye contact. We are all searching for people who understand, but we aren’t staying around long enough to realize that every single person has felt the same before. Instead, we convince the outside world that we are fine, even if we are aching for help, and that is why we don’t get it. That is why the distance between us and everyone around us widens. We are all running away from each other, when we should be running towards one another.
But here’s the thing — when I stopped convincing myself that others couldn’t understand me, the world opened up to me, it said “I am going through this with you.” When I stopped convincing myself that I was alone, I realized that I was surrounded — by human beings who just wanted to connect, and that was beautiful. That was when my healing began, that was when I started to realize that we need each other more than we will every truly comprehend.” ➖Words: @rainbowsalt