Some days I feel like I've been trapped in a fairytale gone terribly wrong. I see all the elements needed for a "happy ending", but the story can never come together for some reason. And that's just it. Maybe that's what I'm tired of, always feeling incomplete...not because I'm missing prince charming or the perfect job or anything material really, but because the only ending that can be truly happy cannot be found here, on this material world, but elsewhere, somewhere after having lived the same shit over and over time and time again. Sometime after the soul had endured so much, maybe? Is that what I'm feeling? That my soul is longing to be in that somewhere that this world cannot ever fulfill?
Someone somewhere once told me I love too much. Really? Is that really a problem nowadays? I think that's what's wrong with us. We don't love enough. We can never let ourselves be free enough to give our all, not to just one person, but to everyone, every time. Not talking about physical love exclusively here, but in our thoughts, hearts, souls...through actions, words... Is it exhausting? Of course! is it worth it? Absolutely.
It takes a lot of courage to see the world in all it's jaded beauty and glory... and still love it, no? Take courage, be tamed and let the tears run. I promise it's worth it. Maybe I love too much because it's the only way to feel somewhat fulfilled....and maybe it's why I'm so exhausted. Too many tears.
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