a non-sensical rantie

speaking of suffering.

to love is to suffer. to avoid suffering, one must not love. but then, one suffers from not loving. therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. to be happy is to love. to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. woody allen

this paradox rings true tonight, after a day spent haunted in an array of disappointment. we got the blues. we don’t know why we allow misteps of others to sadden us so – it’s times like these when bras and ranties begins wonder if perhaps we’re simply doing it all wrong. that maybe we simply just feel too much. that maybe we just love too much.

truth be told, we’ve pretty much got no idea which way is up right now. we are trying with might to live in truth and authenticity, and yet each day simply shines a brighter light on how hard it is to find. we are thanked for our voice and insight, but persecuted when that ability leaves bruises.

eyes should be open about life and conversations should be real. ego, profile, face-saving need not apply. to say you live it, when you don’t at all? to ask for it, yet to hate the answer? it just makes no sense.

every human, bras and ranties included (slash especially) has his or her own shit to work on. not a soul out there is perfect, life having left its dents and scrapes since day one of living it. so why can’t we talk straight with each other? why are we living quarantined, armored cavalry of bullshit, scene and social climbing? where did all the real people go?

each one of us in the midst of loving. suffering. feeling hurt. feeling happy. if we saw this in each other – shared it with, vs hiding it from – maybe on top of it all, we wouldn’t feel so alone. just sayin.

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