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What I Feel, What I Think, What I Dream: Surrounded by loneliness
Sometimes I get down when I think about just how alone we are. It’s weird to think that no matter how well someone knows you, they’ll never really know all of you. They’ll never be able to know all of your experiences, and even if you could tell them each and every detail of your life, they’d never understand the way said experiences truly made you feel inside.
As human beings we all have similar thought processes at some point, but at the same time, they’re all different. Your mind is the most unique thing about you, and to think people want to change it to conform to some stereotypical viewpoint of how people should act and think, is a little sad. Perhaps they’re just looking for some peace of mind that they’re not alone; by being like others you can connect and feel comforted that someone understands you.
We’re afraid to stand alone in the light, so instead we huddle together in the dark—but most don’t even realize that they’re in the dark, because they’re surrounded by people they think understand them. When I feel close to someone, I want them to be able to know who I am—not just the outside appearance of my physical being and personality, but I wish for them to understand who I really am on the inside, and on some level, that can never truly happen.
In a way, all we ever really are to someone else is who we’ve presented ourselves to be when we’re with them, not because we’re being fake, but because you simply can’t open a doorway and let someone into the depths of your mind. I don’t like that feeling. I want to be able to let someone into the vast wonders of my mind. It’s very strange to me that even when we’re surrounded by many or have extremely close friends, at the end of the day we’re still on our own.
Experiences are to be had and interpreted by yourself, even when they are shared with another, you’ve each probably perceived it in a different way. The ability to be an individual, to be oneself and have no one else that is exactly like you is our greatest gift, and yet it also appears to be our greatest curse. The gift of a unique mind, the blueprint of who you are, has also made you the very thing most of us despise feeling; alone.
I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to face all of life’s issues and happiest events through my eyes only. I want to be truly connected to another, and to know that they understand and see things as I do. I want to love someone for what they are, and be loved for what I am—but there will always be some part that cannot be seen by another. Impossible as it seems in a world of many, we are in a sense, alone.
(via self-destruct-x)
