Falling. Like rain. (Read all!)
The world on me.
We know the saying that the world is a cruel place. For it’s one of the things we’ve learned to know deep in our core.
That the rain, casted upon us, can fall on us with crushing power.
And the saying is true. The world is cruel. And some say there is nothing new in it. Nothing that should lift anyone on a pedestal. Nothing that anyone should ever complain about.
For those who lift themselves up on a pedestal and complain, are weak. In all their sacred sensitivity.
Worse than those, who can withstand the rain of the world.
Or so some want us to believe. For this is how the world wants us all to believe. In a world where you either eat or become eaten.
But still, there are many of us. Us, who may feel the rain heavier. Us, who are just more sensitive than others.
More sensitive. Which is why we get tired faster than some others. Which is why we take more to bear than we can. Which is why it doesn’t take much when the world has already gotten us off our tracks.
We may honestly feel more sensitive than others. But not without shame. For the fact, that others and the world regard sensitivity as a weakness, makes us outsiders.
The world is alienating us, and we are alienating it. Therefore, we may ask, is it the fault of the world that demands too much from us? Or our fault for not adapting to living in this cruel world?
The answer to this is easy to lose.
And we don’t want to be lifted on a pedestal. We don’t want to bother anyone, just because the world feels too heavy for us.
That is why we can withstand the rain, as can the others. We must, and we will whitstand. To be as valuable as the others. To be worth to live in this cruel world, as it demands.
But can only keep guessing. That what it does to us, if we stand the rain for too long. For the sake of the world.
What will happen, if the rain is finally too much for us.
Do you also feel like you’re “too sensitive” to this world?
Sometimes it feels hard to even just belong here. Just because I’m “too sensitive,” in the eyes of the world and others.
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Victory. Doesn't feel like anything. (SEE AND READ ALL!)
Didn't after all change anything.
Not in the way I imagined.
Each of us has our own direction. Our own goals and objectives. Even our dreams. Something we want to achieve.
Something that we ultimately believe to give us our purpose.
This goal of ours can be something we've always dreamed of. Something we have worked hard for. Something we assume to change everything.
To make everything better in the end.
But what happens when we one day, finally, achieve that biggest goal of our life?
It may be that we feel a moment of joy. Even intoxicating triumph of our victory. Of course we feel. Who wouldn't?
But what happens after that one moment of happiness? When it finally hits us.
The truth.
The truth that nothing really changed.
The truth that our victory doesn't feel like anything.
The truth that it didn't make everything better.
Didn't make us better.
At least not in the way we wanted.
The truth that behind our victory can only be emptiness.
Feeling this emptiness can bring our minds some questions mixed with our disappointment. Why didn't our victory bring us the happiness we expected? Is there something wrong with us when we don't know how to be happy in the happiest moment of our life?
We may not be able to answer the first question. And the second question we may believe blindly.
Hence our moment of victory. One that was supposed to lift us higher than anything else. Might drag us even deeper than our bottom has ever been.
We will fall. High and hard.
To understand the terrible truth. That our hopes, dreams and expectations didn't after all matter.
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Have you experienced emptiness after your victory?
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I think I've experienced it myself. The emptiness after victory. But fortunately, I no longer clearly remember that moment of realization. When I once understood that achieving my biggest dream didn't change everything about me for the better.
Didn't magically make me happier.
Today, things are somewhat balanced for me. I don't really experience great happiness about anything, but I'm not completely unhappy all the time either. I don't think I'd feel disappointed if achieving my dream wouldn't bring me happiness and bliss.
I hope that others are happier than those of us who can't be it wholeheartedly.
But where should happiness come from, if not from achieving our goals and dreams?
There is no single answer to this. But perhaps the most important thing is not to assume that achieving our biggest dream will automatically bring us happiness. When we don't assume this, we won't be disappointed either. Then maybe we will be better able to enjoy everything that we achieved with our hard work.
Because what we achieved was really not in vain. Because even if our victory didn't necessarily bring us the happiness we thought we would get, after that victory we are once again richer by our experience.
For what else is life for than gaining experience and living as best we can? Until finally it's our time to leave here.
Happiness does not come from winnings. Not from what we expect from it.
Happiness is something we make for ourselves.
By doing things that are actually important to us.
Not for our victory. But for our journey.
Not for our victory. But because of the good it might bring us in future.
Might bring. Not necessarily bring.
Which is why we should continue to pursue our dreams. Without assumptions about what it will make us.
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