The world was a beautiful haze, a delightful dream almost,
until we grew up and nothing was what it seemed like. It’s like we were a seed planted in a garden
that was never ours to begin with and the purpose of our existence was only to
fail and for everything end in despair. The world been constructed in a way to
fight us every minute, to prove us wrong with its every waking breath. We aren’t prepared to fight these unending
battles and we aren’t protected from the wounds they bestow upon us. They leave
us with nightmares and scars so we can never really move on from the pain and
suffering. The whole world conspires
against us and we’re expected to make magic out of it but how? How is it that
we’re expected to make magic when the world is so devoid of it. Were surrounded
by an illusion of happy people in a happy world but don’t be fooled, we’re all
fighting our own battles and some of us are better at hiding them than others.
The happiest people are the ones that have cried themselves to sleep the most
and won’t hurt you for they know how much it hurts to be hurt. So no, it’s not
okay to hurt the people who have been nice to you because they aren’t nice
because they’ve never been hurt, they’re nice because they know what pain truly
is and what too much of it can do to you. The next time you say someone
deserves a little bit of sadness because they seem all too “happy”, maybe it’s
time for you to reevaluate and think of someone but yourself.
~sincerely,
“Happy” person.
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