I’m used to write about hope, about love, about
beauty, even the beauty of life. Who am I kidding? No I don’t - Life isn’t
easy, never was, never will… I used to watch others and admire them, see how
happy they were… Or how blind they could be, only to see their wounds. Not some
scratches, deep wounds. Things that changed them, than would have changed me.
In my naivety I can’t help but think “Somebody heal them, heal them, get away,
It never happened, please be a lie, please let me forget”. I know it sounds
depressing, and nobody should live life in such a negative note, but, to deny
the cruelty of this world and the suffering of people, and even our own, is to
live an illusion. Because it doesn’t matter what you do, you can’t fully heal
deep wounds, because they leave scars.
In similarity with some physical scars,
emotional scars don’t quiet hurt, they’re just there, an impression of what the
wound was. The shape, the color, all there, only to remind you of the pain, of
the embarrassment, and is like getting hit all over again. Almost like when you
lose someone you love. – You cry yourself to sleep, you wake up just like any
other day, and then… You remember… And if the sun was shinning, birds were
singing at sigh of the morning, even then, you go from smiling to pale… Because
is like getting that phone call from the hospital all over again. And you go
from paradise to hell in one second. No wonder some loses cause scars. But you
can also move on!... Not it’s like a choice or something… You don’t chose to
get over something, you don’t chose your feelings, but you can still have to
pro-active on doing so.And because everything as an end, when the “mourning”
stage is over, you feel stronger. So, no, I won’t be easier, life only get’s
difficult, but with your own hand, life will be better… I Hope So. At least, I made an unpact with sadness, thanks to the ones I love.
