Everyone's built different but suffer the same in their own unique way.
This somewhat resonates with the first chapter "Problems".
Even though we might feel like we're the only ones suffering compared to our family, friends and acquaintances, that isn't the case.
The poor worries about becoming rich. The gloomy worries about becoming happy. But, even the rich have problems. Even the happy have problems. Problems like how to remain in that state. They fear that if they slack behind and don't try hard enough they'll become opposite of they are at the moment. We need to agree that becoming poor from rich is harder than being poor itself.
Everyone's going through something. They're just either very good at pretending everything's alright or they've already lost all hope.
It doesn't mean someone isn't in a bad place just because they didn't go through as much as we did but so much less. It's just that they're capable of that much only and they're at their limit. Everyone has a limit. That was the worst possible thing fate ( yes I do believe in fate ) had in store for them. Only because that's where their extent ends. They aren't to be blamed for that.
We should actually be grateful that the universe thinks we're strong and wise enough to have such great deal of problems.
So we should never envy or loathe someone for having lesser issues and still crying over it because that's the definition of worst in their life. And our's is different. Fair in every way because we're stronger in every way. In our way.
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My Thoughts : My Therapy
Randomjust a random compilation of my thoughts and opinions and poems I write whenever I have an epiphany. did that make sense? oh well, feel free to read and do tell if you relate. ~ a depressed teen that overthinks everything __________________________...
