My feelings these days can best be described only as a riot. Of sorts. More so like the riot of colors this image represents here. Even though I understand that expectations are a sure shot way to set oneself up for disappointment, I feel the need to talk and let my emotions out to someone alive. Sometimes, I wish I had a pet, but I live in a manner too cramped to have one. And I guess the concern of not being able to care for it also stops me from having one. Well that maybe went off track. What I do not understand though is the human tendency to what I call “trivialize” emotions of people around them. So many times people tell you that you are not the only one going through it, everybody faces the same things and so on and so forth. If that is the case, then even though everyone as to face it someday or the other why are people so scared of death? Why does the world sympathize with this loss then? Does not the knowledge that every single living creature faces this fear comfort us enough? Why do we spend millions of dollars and man hours trying to make things safer…trying to prevent/delay/reduce death and destruction? Does the sense that you have to face it some day or the other stop you from being scared of it? That I believe is true for every single thing that happens. “You knew it was coming. It had to happen some day. Come on…everyone goes through it at some stage in their lives”. This is not what one wants to hear. A person already down and in despair needs hope. He does not need to know how miserable earth is …he does not need to know there are millions of others feeling the same pain everyday. He does not need to know the generality of misery; he needs to know the generality of happiness. He needs the view from the window he cannot see. If we are incapable of describing the view to him or helping him to the window the last thing one should really do is to trivialize that persons emotions. Then why is it so difficult for people to comprehend that what you need is not that, neither do you need a solution, all you need is an ear to get things out of your system. Maybe a quiet corner somewhere would help more than anything else. Because really what one needs is not a solution, but an outlet. Knowing that other people are in/were in as deep shit as you are does not help in anyway. Every day and every moment of life is precious, its something that’s never ever going to come back. I guess its because we don’t honor life as much as we do death. We take moments of life for granted smug in the belief that there’s more where this came from. It’s only a sense of finality that brings us to our senses. I just hope I stop drifting through life. That I learn to live with and accept this sense of finality. Yes, acceptance I think is the only single solution. Someday my bliss will come to me.