Who’s Pain Is Bigger?

Wednesday, 1st April 2015

So it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything on my blog. I guess it’s just that easy to be swept up with Life. I thought I’d be one of those people that would have everything under control, but you don’t realise how easy it is for days to merge into weeks, months, years and you find yourself looking back ten years from now thinking ‘when did all that happen?’ or ‘where did the time go?’.

As cliché as that is, it happens. I mean there’s always truth behind every cliché.

Well, like my past blog posts, I don’t have a specific topic to touch on. I just read a post on the Humans of New York about a guy who lost his wife when she gave birth to their child and I got choked up thinking about just how much pain he’d have had to go through.

It made me feel guilty.

You know those days when you’re feeling low and everything about your life up till now stops making sense? You’re sitting there wondering what the hell you’re even doing with the gift you’ve been given and you feel even lower because, even though you have the resources to make your life great, you’re just sitting in a corner or on the bed feeling sorry for yourself and the troubles you’re going through.

I do that sometimes. I don’t plan it, but it happens and everything that’s bothering me or stressing me out just bubbles over and I cry. I cry so hard for myself and for the people surrounding me and for the lack of courage I have. I can’t tell anyone how I’m really feeling and it’s not because they wouldn’t listen or care but it’s because when I say it out loud it starts to feel so small and stupid that I feel even worse for thinking that something like this could even be classified as a problem that causes me pain. Then I read or hear about how much worse other people have it and I feel like an ungrateful, selfish little girl because my troubles aren’t even a tenth as bad as theirs are and if they can pick themselves up and move on and try to be happy, then why can’t I?

It makes me feel like I don’t have a right to be upset, but that’s not true.

How does anyone classify pain and the degree with which it effects individuals? How can something so abstract such as pain and happiness even be compared? No two people are the same and no two people feel the same way about the same thing. And yet we still find ourselves comparing these abstract emotions. It’s a twisted form of self-masochism where we make ourselves feel worse by realising that we shouldn’t even be feeling bad in the first place.

I’m just rambling on and on about something that I can’t express clearly but it’s so present in my life and I’m sure in the lives of everyone else on this earth, if not now then later, and it amazes me that despite knowing the facts we still compare ourselves to other people.

Not just via emotions but through materialism and vanity.

It needs to stop.

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Does it have ‘you’?

Tuesday, 23th October, 2012

You know that’s a strange question. When you get asked if something that you’ve done has a bit of you in it.

I find that funny cause at the end of the day you did whatever it is that is being discussed and that highly influences the out come.

It’s like when author’s get asked if they can relate to a certain character in the book or if the book is autobiographical or something along the lines. You wonder that despite the author maybe saying ‘no, the book is completely fiction’ it’s not really. Because as much as you’d like to think that none of what you do screams that you did it it does.

I mean with the whole author thing. There is no way that you can avoid basing a character or two on actual people that you’ve interacted with, that are probably very close to you. The book you are writing is exactly that, something that YOU wrote. You related how you perceive the world into an average of about 400 pages. The way your mind wants you to see the world. How your little bubble effects what your mind interprets.

It’s amazing how subconsciously a lot of the things we do or leave behind are heavily influenced by the way we judge and see things despite how many times we convince ourselves that we’re objective, that we can separate ourselves from what we do.

Lawyers! Most claim to lack morals or temporarily forget them when they get handed a case or take on one. It doesn’t pay to be subjective for them but why pick a particular case? Why choose to help one person before the other when given a choice? A small, no matter how miniscule, fraction of that is our thoughts on it. The way their minds judge what they see and that defines the way they fight a case. It’s startlingly important even if we don’t allow it to be.

That really amazes me. Our subconscious.

It really is wondrous 🙂

So the song probably has absolutely nothing to do with the subject of this post and at the same time it might have everything to do with it. Perception 🙂

Take care!

Peace 🙂

xo