It’s hard to pin that down properly. Like the difference between hearing and understanding. We’re not alone.
I don’t mean aliens, although I do believe they’re out there. I mean each other. I mean we look at other people and we find the strangeness. THose points where we don’t quite line up. It’s so easie to see the glaring incongruities that we don’t bother to look for the sameness. That sharp line in our soul where we’re broken, and that’s the thing, we are.
We all are. Some of us hide it, or feel guilty, as if the thing that broke us wasn’t bad enough. I sometimes joke that it’s our parent’s job to screw us up enough so that we can survive the rest of our lives. But it’s not a joke. We’re all just a teensie bit broken, a bit angry, a bit judgemental, a bit stiff, a bit off, a bit… something not quite right. And people can point it out.
You worry too much, you’re too mean, you get so angry, you’re too nice.
And they’re usually right, but we’re not wrong.
We are doing our best with the things that we’ve got. And some of us have extra rage and some have a surplus of sorrow. Maybe you’re carrying a world’s worth of worry or you’re so closed off no one really knows you.
You’re not alone. I’m not alone.
We are all just a little bit damaged.
Just a tinie bit chipped.
Does this make us broken and useless? NO. It makes us fit. It make us here and human. You have problems, I know. I can’t fix them… I have my own, but I don’t hate you for them. They’re my problems too. We can fix this.
But we don’t have to fix it alone.
We’re never ever alone.