If the above statement was true I would be Mr Universe. However it is not and I am not. It’s shitty world we live in when the only comforting words we can ever find for troubled people are meaningless idioms and metaphors. As a race, when did we suddenly lose the ability to be sympathetic or understanding. I have heard my fair share, and of course at appropriate times I have found myself participating in this bullshit pass the parcel system of comfort. And you know what? I have learnt two things. The first is that it doesn’t actually help. And the second is that it doesn’t actually help.
The human mind was never built to compartmentalise. It is not a natural function. Yet in the vast majority of societies it’s what we are expected to do. It defies belief. If you divide the circle of emotions into two groups, honest and dishonest you can instantly discover what a lying bunch of hypocrites we are. In the honest group we could put anger. Anger very often makes us speak our mind. Sadness or melancholy too. Frustration. Disappointment. And many others. The truth of the matter is that we are discouraged in our efforts to be honest. It is no longer necessary in society. It is better you stay silent and not cause a scene, or get yourself fired or some other equally deserving punishment for someone who tries to say it how they see it.
By choosing the kind of life where you have to withdraw and bottle reality up you are rejecting humanity. The joy of this life comes from the fact that we are alive. What separates us from animals is the fact that we have this wonderful range of emotions and when we do not accept them we are rejecting the fact that we are really alive. So say it loud, and say it proud just say whats on your fucking mind.