Friday, September 6, 2019

It's hard to be great...

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. And if reality differs from person to person, can we speak of it as singular? And if there are plural realities, are some more true, more real than others? 


Last night I wept like I was a child once more. I wept and shed my skin, because the process by which I am becoming an adult and a man is more painful than I could have ever imagined. I wept because I was no longer a child with blind faith into the good of the world and kindness of people. I wept because my eyes were opened to the harsh reality of the world - how it holds no prisoners and leaves you wanting and alone. I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe in the balance of life. That everything has a meaning and reason. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.