About two years ago, I sat with 3 of the most incredible people I've come across. Somehow, we came onto the topic of devastation in our lives.
Remarkably, everyone had something to contribute.
Some of these people I have lost contact with since.
But that night changed my life. And as I will never forget what they told me, three conversations that moved me to the core, here they are in the best and most honest way I can explain:
The words flow unreservedly from her mouth
The sudden sentiment of fear is overcome
Memories of power, love and pain are reminisced
Our attention is trusted
"He rubbed my feet when he was dying"
The silence is deafening
He raises his cigarette to his lips
His eyes are glassy
Though his hands barely shake
I am completely silent
She speaks her first poetic words
"She drank and drugged herself onto a stretcher"
Her voice cracks
We can see she is hurting
He cracks a nervous joke before slowly detecting sincerity
"I sat there but I just couldn't cry. I still think he's here."
These words are powerful
I simply sit, observe and conclude:
Too smart to waste
One on one
We've been confused
A definite drop in mood
There are some things in life which cannot be avoided
They must be faced, accepted and eventually made into a memory
We've all contemplated suicide
We all crave perfection
We all need affection
We all want protection
But these are such unattainable things
Sometime or another, we need to accept the world as less than perfection
And until then, I remain a book with blank pages
It must be opened
Yet it is impossible to read...
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