In a sense, all of us are liars.
I’m not talking about lying to people, but the more literal meaning of lying to ourselves.
We make up excuses, and go, “Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m perfectly fine.”, “There’s no need to worry about me, really.” – when in fact we are not.
Yeah. Those are the moments/times I’m talking about.
The ones where we like to, have to pretend. Because if we don’t pretend, we would fall apart. And we don’t want to fall apart, because we don’t want to lose control, because if we lose control, we might never be able to pick ourselves up. For that one more time; that again, because it’s just exhausting picking ourselves up after we fall.
It’s never easy, never less difficult each time. Sometimes, it might be more difficult than previous ones, but –
Breaking down and letting go of our emotions completely and utterly, we need it once in awhile. Because in breaking down we find it in ourselves many things – acceptance of the past, maybe, or even the easing of that coil of emotions in us. Or it could just be a cathartic experience, in which you’re just able to let go and not having anything bottled up inside you for once.
Just as there’s no such thing as a perfect person, there’s no such thing as perfect emotional control, only seemingly perfect emotional control.
At one point in life or another, we have to let out the bottled emotions – pain of old memories, haunting moments, fleeting bittersweet periods of life – so that we may just be able to shuffle past that old scar, move on with our lives and actually accept the past.
Instead of just saying, “I know” and making excuses, of continuing that spiral of endlessness.
“You’ve got to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you’ve got, and remember what you had. Always forgive, but never forget. Learn from mistakes, but never regret.”