“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” ~Ernest Hemingway

Ironically it’s very seldom that we truly know the root cause of our suffering.

We feel so lonely we seek solace in others.

We become completely bored with the shallowness of it all, but blindly continue to seek more of the same.

We work to live, not live to work.

We wonder why we chose to live this way, but never do anything about it because at birth we were given a set of life instructions indicating the way our life was to be.

But then one day we start questioning everything. The little things. Because it doesn’t make sense. 

Because the way we were told to be is a perfect formula for numbness.

So you finally remember that you came here to live and not die a slow death.

So you dance. And you love with an unconditional love, so great, that it’s unfathomable.

And then one day you realize that what hurts is something very different than what you had initially expected.

It has transmuted into something with more grandeur, as you start feeling the pain of the world.

And alas there’s the pain of missing someone that you have never even met.

~gg