I can see why people don't want to lose something that means a lot to them. When you do, you lose a piece of yourself. So naturally we try and keep it as close to us as possible. We cherish it. And by doing so we sometimes break it and there's nothing in the world that could replace it. We try and find something to fill the void and occasionally find something that helps with the pain and we grow attached to that. What happens when it breaks though... and another void gets created in your being? The process repeats right? There's a problem though. What happens when the process has repeated so many times that you're left empty? Life loses it's meaning. You ask yourself, "Why do bad things always happen to me?" You could even turn to religion as an out. and ask God why these things are happening? You could go to a psychologist and see if they can figure it out. But in the end you just end up sad and depressed with nothing to live for.
So why? Why do it? Why risk all this sadness just to have one thing? Is it because it offers us a sense of security? Is it because we feel it'll make our lives better somehow? Will it allow us to feel better about ourselves? No matter what the reason we always have that one thing. Whether it be a figurine... a garden... a picture... a blanket... a teddy bear... a piece of jewelry. Whatever it may be, we have it and we'll hold onto it for as long as we can no matter what anyone says. Does this mean we're all greedy because we don't want anyone else to have it?
What if you're one of the ones saying, "I don't have anything like that"? Are you sure? What about your girlfriend or boyfriend... wife or husband? Would you willingly share them? Would you give them away to a friend or some stranger on the street? I don't think you would. I know I wouldn't. I would give anything in the world to be with mine. They say you never know what you have until it's gone. Does it work the other way around too? How about never having something then suddenly having it? That's my case and to be perfectly honest, losing her terrifies me.
It's been proven that dreams are irrational thoughts, yet you can tell a lot about someone's personality by looking into their dreams. What if all you've ever known is nightmares? Being chased by something and not being able to outrun it no matter how fast you run... Someone you love dieing.... What if after knowing only nightmares, you find that you start having better dreams... dare I say pleasant and relaxing dreams while with whatever or whoever it is you hold dear to you. Does it mean anything?
 D-Whit · Sat Nov 27, 2010 @ 08:24am · 0 Comments |
