I hate to be burst by your bubble.
“
Last night I
wept. I wept because the process by which I have
become woman was painful. I wept because I was no
longer a child with a child's blind
faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to
reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love
to believe. I can still love passionately
without believing. That means I love humanly. I
wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet
accustomed to its absence.
”
(( Henry and
June: From ''A Journal of
Love'' ))
they
say
the
world
is a hard place, but no one mentions the
gut wrenching, soul crushing, heart breaking pain it is to
survive growing up. They don’t talk about how childhood
is just a word now, or when it became such a fight and you have
to be like the ferrous iron that flows through your veins to
reach adulthood unscathed. Your first fight, your first
heartbreak, your first betrayal, your first identity crisis,
your first addiction. People are always talking about how
children these days are so very resilient. They shouldn’t
have to be. When did we start teaching our children that
growing up is having to choose thousands of ways of breaking
yourself in two?
It is common for certain things in life to happen
to you. There will be heartbreak, confusion, days where you
feel like you aren’t special or purposeful. There are
moments that will stay with you, words that will stick. You
cannot let these define you – they were simply moments,
they were simply words.
“
I've recently become incredibly disillusioned with my
generation. I'm practically the modern-day F. Scott
Fitzgerald except for the alcoholism and the crazy wife and the
amazing literary career.
