To be human is to live a very fickle existence.
We're so weak, so soft. People love to go on an on about, the wonders of the human body.
How amazing it is, and how its built to protect us.
But being human is more than just a physical experience right, its mental, emotional and for a lot of people spiritual and all these things they intersect right. If one is not at its best, then it will affect the other and round and round we go.
Thats the part that I cant deal with sometimes. Life comes with so many hurts and pains that come in the form of mental, physical, emotional and maybe even spiritual if you believe in it.
And the only thing you can do is just, wait. Just wait for it to come and just hope and pray that you'll be able to handle it, that it'll pass quickly.
See the universe doesn't care how good or bad of a person you are, its always ready to throw some shit at you. Whether or not you were prepared for it. Whether or not you'll be able to handle it.
Thats the thing about being human, we're all walking around, hoping, (however subconscious it may be) that the universe doesn't decide to throw a pile of shit at us.
Im rambling. But I really wanna make a point here, in a way in which people will at least get it.
Bringing it back to how fickle we are. Or maybe im jist projecting. Its very easy to get lost in the hurt that come with being human. The burn and pains that life brings us.
Regardless if they happened long ago, how many there have been. How big or small they are we carry them with us. They change us even though we dont think they do, they show up in both the little things and the big things.
How we where our clothes, how we talk about ourselves or others. How we see the world compared to others around us.
The shape us into who we are in ways that we dont we dont realize.
And even if we heal from them, if we deal with them by taking them off the messy shelves their on, open the the jugs they sit in, analyse them and then put them back it neatly, dust off the jar and pit them back on the shelf that we've freshly cleaned amd organized. They'll still come back.
They'll rear they're ugly heads at the worst of times. Beckoning us to go back to that dark place again, see that theyve fallen off the shelf, clean the mess up and them organized them onto that shelf agian.
But maybe that's the cost of being human. You can't get only good, there has to be some bad to balance it out. But why do some get more bad than good, and some more good then bad. That's not fair is it?
But thats another mindfuck about life. Is that life isn't fair. Some of us realise this very early on in our lives, while others have it slapped across their face, when they least expect, I think I'm part of the group thats in the latter.
But with no choice but to keep going, most of us do exaclty that. Walking around lugging our baggage around hoping the universe doesn't hurl another pile of shit at us when we're still recovering from the other one it previously threw at us.
