the innocence of a child’s mind is something that never fails to amaze.
the beauty of life from a child’s perspective, the concept of simplicity living in his mind could be sources of comfort at times.
it was said that a child laughs 400-600 times per day, whereas grown ups, 4-6 times. Lessen by the hundreds. how vast the difference is.
Is the reality of life too hard to handle? Or that the stinging pain of the blatant truths in our lives are just so overwhelming that, with each breath we take, the pain gets stronger and deeper.. So much so that we wished that we are not breathing at all. We wished that there is no life in us. No hopes, no dreams, no goals, nothing in us and with us.
Certain hurts are not worth going through but we chose to go through it. Just like how i consciously allow those memories to resurface by looking at those photos over and over again. Trying to make sense of every expression, recalling the different looks that I once possessed. The times when I laid in your arms, the times when our lips met, the times when the embrace was so real and warmth i could feel your skin.
I gave myself the permission to be hurt. I am not sadistic; i am just dealing with unresolved buried emotions suppressed for a time long enough to be released.
I am only human. I feel with my heart, I think with my heart, I even do with my heart. These are times where I need to listen to my heart and ignore the thoughts in my head.
At least, these are times when I genuinely feel alive.