Photo recently taken by me at International District, Seattle, WA
Real life is way more complex and difficult than people, especially contemporary writers and bloggers want to admit. We want to have and give answers. Answers for unrequited love, disappointment, painful times, etc. We pretend to have found a truth but we won’t admit that it isn’t satisfying. We want to share our wisdom with the world; we think we have found wisdom when we encounter things that apparently seem to finally make sense. What a huge mistake it is to believe this. We convince ourselves that we have the answers we had been looking for to finally give up, write about it, and move on, but if we were more sincere, we would not even try to impress others by the amount of answers we give to humanity; if we truly were honest, we would say how impotent and uncertain we still feel about awful situations, and about life. We could try to describe our journey, and the lessons we have learned so far, with humility, accepting that we really, do not know that much.
Of course, as human beings, we want to get answers from others, because naturally, we don’t want to deal with our own questions and heartaches. Who would not avoid such bitter things? God, but there’s just things that will never have an answer. We need to realize that pain and disappointment have the power to change us; those two things are changing me, constantly. I could not tell anybody what they should do or feel if they ever get to experience a situation of misery, but only share what I have learned, and maybe it’ll be helpful for them.
I have countless questions surrounding my thoughts, and I feel hopeless. I am amazed by how incredibly complex human beings can be. I’m being hit by life, love, and everything else that once, briefly held me with tender arms.