“Isn’t it strange,” you say, “how the best people experience the worst pain?”
And it’s true, isn’t it?
That the sweetest boy is the one who ends up with a broken heart,
and it’s the most selfless mother who finds out unexpectedly that she has cancer.
The most beautiful girl constantly fights deep insecurities and an eating disorder,
while the greatest friend loses all the people she’s been loyal to for years.
And the irony of it all is overwhelming. The thought that the people we least expect to be struggling, are the ones who are hurting the most.
So maybe you scream into the night, with the windows down and the sky dark and the hopelessness sinking into your soul. Maybe you blast your music louder than you ever have, just so that you’ll stop thinking and won’t have to hear the words echoing in your own brain. Maybe your anxiety is flaring up, and you’re worried about those around you, or your depression is setting in again, because of the wrongness of the world and the people you’re losing.
Maybe sooner or later you find some way to cope, with the unfairness of life.
Or sleeping around, or music, or food.
Because you understand, that sometimes, that’s just how the cookie crumbles. That life isn’t fair. That the most God-fearing of us are, for some reason, hit with the hardest trials.
So you force yourself to grow up.
And you forget that Someone all knowing has a bigger plan, that goes beyond our emotions.
You forget to have hope, that people can be fixed, and that, most importantly,
everything will eventually be okay.
And life continues to be dark, and sad
all because it just isn’t