Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Paralysis


Do you ever feel like you know exactly why something happened? Like you can chart out specific reasons and be satisfied with the explanation for a relationship lost? Maybe there never really is a complete explanation for why something ends, just as there isn’t an explanation for why something begins. Most times, I feel like you and me, we’re standing unaware of what is going to hit us, it passes by back and forth, and we still don’t know. There’s a sense of looming doom, a sense of looming disappointment, but we choose to ignore it. And then it happens. It hits you, in bits and pieces you find yourself withering away, tearing apart and trying to find something or someone to hold on to. You always want to know why it happens, but you never really find out.

“I love you more than I hate everything else."

So you stand there, being hit by these forces, changing and unchanging as you go. You stand there, raw and vulnerable. Parts of you are being snatched away, creating holes, creating voids and creating distances. And then you gather the courage to stand, broken, bent and bruised. You tell yourself that this happens to everyone, it’s as cliché as cliché gets, it’s normal and it’s ok, but it never really is ok. Even if it’s the 6th time that it has happened to you, even if you’ve expected this to happen, even if you’ve seen it happen to someone else. It’s never the same. It hits you bad, every single time. 

“All of it was good, in every sense of the word. And in this life, nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever.

And sometimes this might just be a little incident for someone else who is watching. They’ll say you’re a drama queen and you’re over reacting. But no one ever feels like another, so how do you expect them to understand? How do you expect them to understand that you can’t feel anymore. That time stops, internal, external. Everything and everyone else is ticking, but your clock stops. You feel like it’s all spinning around you, everyone’s walking fast, running even, but you just want to stand there. You just have to stand there, because you can’t move. Paralysed by the voices in your head, paralysed by those nasty thoughts you’ve tried pushing away, paralysed by people’s words, paralysed by love, paralysed by intensity, and paralysed by being. 

“As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself."

So maybe all those times you looked out, trying to find demons, trying to find flaws, trying to find a catch, it was you. You were the monster, you are the monster. And that makes it worse. Because maybe every time we looked outside, trying to find someone or something that would break us, we knew the answer was inside, inside of us. 

And just as the monster exists within us, we also know that there exists a fighter. History has told us that just as there is injustice and cowardice, there is courage, compassion and justice. And so we wait, till we can the fight that in ourselves, and continue to hope that everything that seems lost and forgone can be found and built again. We hope that time doesn’t take away the fragments of what is left from us. We hope that we can find it, before oblivion finds us. 

“And in the end, we were all just human...drunk on the idea that love, only love could heal our brokenness."

We ask people, we look for answers in words, we listen to music trying to heal, trying to fix ourselves and saying it will get better. But it never does. You wake up, you dress up, you eat and you sleep. But you never stop thinking about it, about how different it could have been. About the things you should have done and about the things you did. You heal, but you never really do. 

“Guilt is the price we pay for doing what we are going to do anyway.

And today it hurts, tomorrow it will hurt and 10 years later a memory of it will trigger hurt. But all this pain will cause something, it will create something inside you. That something will be worth it. It always is. 

Pain changes you, for the better or the worse, but it always does. 

And you know what? The strongest, bravest and smartest of us are touched by pain. The strongest, bravest and smartest of us need someone when we are in pain. The strongest, bravest and smartest of us need something to fall back on. The strongest, bravest and smartest of us can go for days without saying something because their head feels like a tornado. The strongest, bravest and smartest of us are human. 

Paralysis [puh-ral-uh-sis]: A state of helpless stoppage, inactivity or inability to act.



Love,
Sonshu


P.S: Lines in italics are quotes and are not mine.





7 comments:

  1. And just as the monster exists within us, we also know that there exists a fighter...well said.

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  2. I think this was your best. I felt every emotion. I felt numb too.
    *Hugs* :)

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  3. Wowowowowowowow.
    Absolutely loved this :D

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  4. I can't remember if I have ever commented before on any of your posts, but I'm subscribed to your blog and usually read every post... I just wanted to say that I really like the way you write! It's similar to the happenings and thought processes going on in my mind so I really enjoy the way you put your words to paper. They're simple sentences, but deep thoughts that are abstract, melancholy and a little bit mysterious. I mean these as compliments for those adjectives are some of my favourite words! :-)

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  5. I can't remember if I have ever commented before on any of your posts, but I'm subscribed to your blog and usually read every post... I just wanted to say that I really like the way you write! It's similar to the happenings and thought processes going on in my mind so I really enjoy the way you put your words to paper. They're simple sentences, but deep thoughts that are abstract, melancholy and a little bit mysterious. I mean these as compliments for those adjectives are some of my favourite words! :-)

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  6. I can't remember if I have ever commented before on any of your posts, but I'm subscribed to your blog and usually read every post... I just wanted to say that I really like the way you write! It's similar to the happenings and thought processes going on in my mind so I really enjoy the way you put your words to paper. They're simple sentences, but deep thoughts that are abstract, melancholy and a little bit mysterious. I mean these as compliments for those adjectives are some of my favourite words! :-)

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  7. P.S. Have deleted my Google Plus page so wanted to re-post that! Yep, had saved the comment for fear it would get lost, and figured to re-post because I think all things I did with the Plus account have vanished into thin air! :-/

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