There comes a time they say, when you realize, all that matters is not what is around but that what is within.
Now with that killer line for a start and some attention grabbing, let me go back to my mediocre, amateur writing.I never knew the power of emotion or the magnitude of the effect it can have on an individual until most recently. No, I do not live in a cave and make conversation with bats at wee hours of the night that I have had no experience of emotion or that I have not been with others through emotional turmoil. I have, I live a perfectly normal life, with perfectly normal people around me... well most of them, and do all the normal things that normal people do; unless if they are weird things that I think are normal, then I'm a normal person in my world of weirdos.cheers to that!
Anyway, getting back to what I was saying, yes. I have seen my friends be in pain, pain from failure, pain from loss, pain from heart break or sometimes even that pain you feel but have absolutely no idea why you feel it? yes, even that.through all that, I have been there, watched, sympathized but never actually knew the depth of emotion that they felt.
Maybe I was not mature enough, or maybe I was oblivious.I have always been the repressive type. I don't feel cause I don't let myself feel.To me feeling is positive one second; the second you enjoy the look of that bright caramel coated cherry on top of your sundae; but once you eat it, its gone and all you are left with is a bowl full of emptiness. A little too pessimistic, you think? maybe. Honestly reading back I'd second your opinion, but I can't run from the truth can I? That is me. the person I am, what was around couldn't affect my within cause I would never let it go there.
But slowly, as days passed, I could see myself grow from that girl who was in fear of facing emotion to that woman who aced it like a combatant.Involuntarily, I saw my mind letting me feel each emotion, the joy, the laughter, the happiness. It wasn't all cheerful and pleasant, I knew exactly what was coming, the sorrow, the tears, the pain, the black hole that I knew all about which was my reason for anesthesia. I guess my mind knew what was best for me after all.
Yes it all came, it was not easy, it is not easy as a matter of fact. there are tears, a lot of tears-uncalled for, unexpected.Pain, a gushing pain slaying my veins as is runs through. Disappointment lurking from the pitch dark blind spot of my soul.I felt it, everything. It was difficult. Impossible almost. I have never seen myself overtly so expressive. I guess it was just one of those times where the mind knows what you want more than you do.
So yes, I braved it.And I can confidently say, I am a stronger, more mature, more composed individual now that I let loose. I will still have those moments, I know there will still be heart clenching agony but I will let myself feel it all and rise above it.
You need to get back to shore once in a while to admire the beauty of the sea.I am almost half way there and I am still swimming with my head well above the water, because in the end all that matters most to me, is me.