Why is it so hard for some people to believe, realize or understand that they are not the only ones going through something.
It is selfish, self centered to even think that you are the only one that feels a certain way. As if nobody else has ever had this thought before as if nobody else could possibly feel this way. We are all creatures of habit and we all run with our tails between our legs for coverage when we feel the wind has changed directions. Regardless of how deep in our caves, sanctuaries or refuge we hide we are still surrounded by truth. Denial stinks like yesterdays garbage and when you soak yourself in it then you smell like it too. The truth is that at this very moment I am operating out of my personal cave. Yes I come out of it because I have to work and I have to survive. The walls in my cave are covered with images of pain and suffering as a reminder of what waits outside the door. I wear my suit of armor like a second layer of skin. I will not ever give anyone permission to hurt me again. Look around, our caves are the same color of caution.
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