“You are walking down a dock. There’s a boat at the end of this dock and you get in the boat but you never notice that the boat is rotting and you can’t drive this boat and now it’s up to you to paddle. The boat starts sinking and you need to swim. You’re drowning now…and you’ve hit bottom. Feel rock bottom. Now admit you never learned how to drive the boat and you never bothered to fix the rot. But this isn’t the first boat you’ve been on and you’ll walk down other piers but you have to remember: you do not need to board this boat.” – unknown
There’s a finite amount of suffering, to take the thorn from ones hand is to put it in another. But do we thank those who seem to be limbered with all the bad luck? No. We sympathise and say we’re sorry only to thank God or the stars or the universe that it’s not us. It’s not us that has to be going through what they are. I’m not starving, I’m not dealing with death but I’m sorry for those who are and that’s it. For someone to truly invalidate someone else’s feelings because there are people who are truly suffering, that’s what it’s like to really not care.
I do not write for anyone but myself, so let’s start there. Some say when you tailor to an audience, your writing becomes more authentic, but this is not the case. I have written when I’m sad or when I’m in a moment of joy. I’ve written when I’m lost but also when I’ve been so motivated that it would take a lightning strike to cut me down and the truth is, I write for no one but myself. I’ve written some of the most profound thoughts down in a moment that I’ve been too drunk to even realise that they are the most sober words I’ve ever spoken. On the same tangent I’ve written stone cold sober and produced nothing but honesty that I didn’t think was possible.
People will analyse and pick at every word I’ve typed but fail to realise that none of this is for you, you who reads this now, it’s for myself. If you find solace in what I have to say that’s nothing to do with me; I’m simply a catalyst to your own feelings.
Does that sound pretentious? Does that hit a nerve? Does that make you reach inside and wish you could articulate them yourself?
I don’t know. I’m not here to preach or give answers. I’m merely here, to board another boat.