I am so tired of society’s inability to feel, to understand. Everyone in this contemporary, innovative, technological age seems to have no capacity for real human emotion. Everything is calculated. Every smile, every eye roll, every laugh, every snicker. It’s been brainwashed into us by widely-streamed media and the melting pot of cultures that have utterly destroyed how we, as a race, communicate. Nothing is genuine.
Perhaps its origin is, but the truth behind the perpetrator is just simply following what is expected of them. Everything has a connotation. No one, I repeat no one, comes up with anything on their own anymore; or has a genuine reaction. It’s all just spat out like recorded laughter on reality shows or robotically like comments from Siri. And it’s painful. It hurts. It breaks my heart as I go out into the world and am faced with the fakeness.
If an individual is hurt, we call it “weakness.” If we see just tears, then yes, perhaps a friend will come up to you and provide comfort, a positive word. But if there is an angry sad sentiment expressed, when the overflow of emotion is as raw as poetry and words are wrathful and the exhaustion and the misery are tenfold a simple cry, people balk. They can’t seem to sit through the hurt. No one wants to be around that. And while I understand that being around sadness is catching, that pain brings about pain, we are not an individual species. We don’t camp out alone or live in solitude as hermits in the Himalayas. We are a social species.
If a member of your species is hurting, breaking, shattering even, facing the pain with them and being there till the end will result in the greatest, most uplifting joy that one can experience. You are showing the extent to which you care for another, and how strong you are willing to be for this person. During their storm of anger and ferocity, they get to experience your love and compassion, and are finally able to relax. Breath. Feel their heartbeat racing underneath teary skin and know that what they feel isn’t permanent.
“This too shall pass.”
And you are the one who helped them, stood by them as they felt like the end was near. Because it’s easy to feel as if life isn’t worth living. That it’s meaningless, has no outcome, has no purpose. There is a reason why suicide and depression are so prevalent in modern society. There is a reason. So don’t be afraid to face the chaos with another. Don’t be afraid to listen as your friend, sister, father, girlfriend, or stranger shrieks and cries and throws their arms as if battling a million bees. Don’t be afraid to be strong. Because you have been there before too, and you would have wished that someone was with you. And when you chose to be selfish and hide, to run away or even criticize the victim, you are risking everything.
