Barely Breathing

So this blog of mine has turned out to be quite inspirational. It wasn't really meant to be. I guess I have the gift of making things sound better as I write about them, which is probably why writing is therapeutic to me. But let's take a break from what everyone wants to hear and dig a little deeper into reality.

The truth is, life is unfair. Bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. Good people are put in bad situations, while the worst of us are in the best of situations. The happiest of families fall apart. The closest relationships drift apart. The strongest bonds are broken, and the most genuine feelings are shattered. The youngest of us have been through too much. We don't always get what we deserve, what's rightfully ours. Tears will not stop flowing from the eyes of the "happiest" of us. The most ambitious lose focus. The simplest form of communication seems impossible. The most hopeful lose faith. The most loved leave. We turn into the people we despise most, and history has an ugly way of repeating itself. We like to think that there will be light at the end of the tunnel. But if the continuous rain becomes stubborn, eventually, we'll stop expecting the sun. However, if during the storm, you're lucky enough to have someone to share it with, that makes all the difference. If you're fortunate enough to share a brief moment in complete silence, knowing exactly what the other is feeling without spoken words, maybe that moment makes everything just a little bit better.




And no matter how hopeless things may seem, we'll hope for a better day tomorrow, because things can only get so much worse. We'll hope for a better day tomorrow, because we deserve it. (And there I go with the inspirational bullshit again, right? Wrong. Because we really do deserve it.)