They say you gotta love yourself before you can find love, and while to a degree I sort of disagree with that sentiment, I also agree on the sole premise… nobody is permanent in your entire life but yourself. Parents pass, friends move away and lose touch, you move, change jobs, get a promotion, and without realizing it, one day those people are nothing more than a distant memory. Some memories are good, others bad, but none the less, they are there because they held some moment of prominence in our lives to be remembered, to stick. They also say people will forget things you’ve done, things you’ve said, but they’ll always remember the way you made them feel.
I sometimes wonder why humans are so scared of emotions.
Emotions are what drive us, destroy us or boost us. Storytellers, be it film or book, write in a way that grips at your heart and shakes it. They have to elicit emotions from the consumers to make them want to return, see more, do more, buy more. But what if the consumer isn’t ready for those emotions? What if they avoid all horror movies because the sight of gore makes them physically sick. What if people watch movies to find comfort… they read the series so they can live vicariously in the mind of a fictional character for a hour a day, forgetting the world exists. We are so concerned with avoiding emotions in our personal lives that we live in fiction to make everything better, if even for just a few hours.
I also sometimes question why the world is so angry, so negative, so heavy on control, when all we want to do is recluse in our books, cell phones, laptops, televisions… Why do we try to tell others what they can and cannot do in their own private homes, relationships or private time. what happens if we mind our own business and let others go when we realize they’ve served their due in our stories? Pain, happiness, tolerance, whatever you felt, why do we keep it? If they move on, then let them figure out their story, and you focus on yours and who is still present. But once again, the only constant in your life is truly yourself. So why are you not worthy of the love you give others? Why are you not worthy of how you wish to be treated? If you can’t respect yourself, then why should others?
Everyone is worthy of love, even if they don’t meet your energy. Even those angry, rebellious, resistant people that act out to push people away from getting close to prevent further pain of loss… they are worth it too.
Hello, my name is Human.