a reply to: Blueracer
How much more is a person supposed to take?
Nothing. You were not supposed to just take any of this. That is not what humans do. Just taking it, would necessitate that they never get hurt, that
the injuries done to them do not cause them hardship, that hardship does not affect their mentality, drive or stamina for what lay ahead. But no
matter how hardy a person, no matter how strong, more crucially, no matter how strong their belief that they, unlike others, will never show a single
moments hesitation, fatigue, stress, worry, doubt or just mind shattering agony, the reality is that NO one JUST takes these things.
They require recovery time, recovery time denied them by the necessities of life, the need to work, to move around, to make whatever irrelevant scrap
of funds they can, in order to eat, secure shelter, to live. The most important thing about making it out from under a cloud is to accept some things.
First, yes, this absolutely sucks, and you need to be honest with yourself about that. Second, you are NOT expected to march through it like a tank
rolling through small arms fire. You MUST give yourself time to heal, you must NOT expect yourself to be up and at it, or feel better all of a sudden,
to be unaffected by the repeated assaults on your psyche, delivered by the world and its mother. Those expectations you may have of yourself in that
regard are as false as the idea that the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune will ever stop raining down upon your head. Third, as alluded to at
the end of the last sentence, the things which hurt you will never stop happening, they will always come about, probably when you least expect them
and when you are least able to deal with them. No matter how convenient it may or may not be to have to deal with them, deal with them you must, as
long as you understand that it will hurt, be tiring, and that this too will not end when you would like it to.
This is life. It is hard, and it will only get harder. So get pissed off, get angry not sad, punch life in the crotch until it vomits, then stamp on
its neck until it chokes, and wring every last drop of joy out of it you can, with a white knuckle grip that never relents.