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| A picture I took while on a walk on a freezing day- by choice, of course. |
Have you ever met someone and secretly thought to yourself, “They have it all.” Not in a negative jealous
sort of way that human beings are prone to feeling but in the matter-of-fact-
kind of way when you meet someone who so evidently has their proverbial
"shit together." To compare yourself to others is a human trait, we all do it. I
for instance secretly admire couples who found each other early in life and
have a house and a closet full of beautiful memories by the time they are 40. I
know, I shouldn’t compare myself to anyone but if you are honest with yourself,
admit it, you do it too.
But it’s not just stable couples that I look upon with admiration.
I admire anyone who does good things with their life. Those who make things happen, those who strive to be better and those that welcome change. You will understand the irony and complexity of everything I just stated but now let's continue. In April 2016 I met someone I still
consider a close friend. It's a long and comical story involving me thinking he was my Uber driver but I will spare you the details. He was my age, lived in a beautiful Lakeshore condo,
made almost 6 figures and from the outside you could say, he had a life that was worthy of admiration. Fast forward to today and this
exact friend is living with a friend and is unemployed. I wish I could tell you that something tragic had happened to him that derailed
his life but nothing of that sort occurred. He is a perfect example of what
plagues us all, that being the desire to ruin ourselves and crank our lives
down to, “hurting” when its currently set to, “doing good.” Simply put, human
beings do not like being happy and give them enough time feeling safe, and dare
I say, comfortable and they will go out of their way to take everything
that is positive and turn it into devastation. Just like my friend who can now only reminiscence of his former life of stability and prosperity.
I for one am in no position to cast judgment as I myself am not too different. If you have known me for 10+
years you’d probably say, “This is the happiest you have ever been”
and I would smile, shrug and reply with, “Yeah” but secretly there exists a
longing for a life that is the complete opposite of the one I lead today. Like
so many other people before me who have demons, who know how it feels to be
metaphorically trapped in dark rooms you thought you closed and threw away the key. Truth me told, sometimes I miss my old life of being unhappy and it is in those moments I understand the decisions my friend the Uber driver made.
You see, there exists a curiosity of wandering back on the dark path that lead you to
those exact same rooms, because after all, you visited them so many times. No need to leave bread crumbs because you know the way back perfectly. What’s even
more astounding is the longing for those dark rooms when you are in nice,
spacious ones with lots of sunlight and fresh cut flowers. Who would choose
dark over light, you may ask? Someone who is very familiar with the dark. Or
perhaps being in a dark room one can dream of a bright fresh one and once within the light room, perhaps that dark room didn’t look so bad after all. The dream of
light will always make dark more appealing. Maybe that’s why some
people go to therapy for 10 years. There is a sense of comfort in being
unhappy, always trying to find yourself and ultimately your unhappiness becomes
the security blanket that becomes the one constant in your life. When sadness is a constant, you actually start to miss it when it starts evaporating. There are times I miss the comfort and above all, the familiarity that existed with being sad.
Going back to admiring stable couples, one would think that
that which they admire they would want for themselves but that is not always the case. The truth is, I
have gone out of my way to sabotage things in my life that I seemingly wanted. I
did just that not too long ago. Let me take you back to early June and a certain
birthday was approaching. I’m one of those, I want a kiss at the end of the
night of my birthday party, kinda girls. Basically, my birthday is like New Years for other people- wanting to lock lips at the end of the night with a special someone. Unlike other past birthdays, this past June like never before I felt a sense of sadness that I
wouldn’t have a kiss and a hug to look forward to on my special day *cue
violin*. So like me to hatch my eggs before
they are ready and to play the “woa is me” card prematurely, he came.
Two weeks before my birthday, he came. He wasn’t on a white
horse with his hair blowing in the wind ready to take my hand but he was
wearing a Megadeth shirt and we hit it off from the first, “What are you drinking?” I liked him. When he told me he was in a band I replied with “Cool”.
When I got the sense that he was a gentleman I kept the conversation going but was starting to get suspicious and
when he started telling me he was Slash in a Guns N Roses cover band, I took a sip of my gin
and tonic and I knew I had to get the hell out of there. Like a switch that
rang off in my head, all signs lead me to say, “Abort mission, walk away from this unicorn at once” but I stayed anyways and
I allowed myself to be happy. And I was happy. We spent the night talking about the possibility of working together on a few tribute shows, how much we both loved GnR and it took every inch of my being to not utter, "Who sent you?" I liked
everything he was saying and though a part of me thought, “Perfect, now my birthday can be what I wanted it to be,” that still didn’t stop me from telling him I'm not interested a few days before my birthday. Even though I was interested. The more I got to know him the
more I realized I had met the man I said I always wanted to meet. I knew I had
met a man that could potentially make my very happy but the hesitation and the
longing to destruct was still there. It’s still there. For someone like me,
when presented with a gift of a great guy and someone who I could potentially
build a life with, the hesitation is always there and the desire to do something to ruin it, unfortunately, it also there. Coincidentally, show me someone I know I’d
never procreate with and I feel safe and usually pursue it without hesitation.
With the days leading up to my birthday, the confusion as well as my feeling towards him grew. I sat there and asked myself,
“Isn't this what you wanted, a serious guy (a GnR fanatic like myself no less)
that wants a commitment? I broke it off a few days before my birthday and I sat there on my
birthday (with the fun, hysteria and noise surrounding me) and I thought, “It
would be nice to have him here.”
“Slash” and I are still together but I am not done fighting
the part of me that says, “Get out now.” I say that even though he is everything
I said I wanted and so leads me to believe that I, just like my troubled friend/Uber
driver, long for heartache and go out of my way to create devastation where
there isn’t any. Where there shouldn’t be any. Or maybe I feel undeserving of
love and to be loved. Maybe every person on this planet not only feels that no
one will ever truly love them and if they do, they feel they are somehow
undeserving of that love. They tell themselves they have to leave before the other person sees the facade and wakes up and realizes that yes indeed, you are not worthy of being loved.
Or maybe, I long for heartache because to me that
symbolizes downfall and after every downfall there is a rise. One cannot have
rise without downfall and one must embrace the fall in order for the rise to
happen. Or maybe its the idea of rebuilding that is so appealing to
human beings, myself included. Tearing yourself down, destroying every ounce of both the good and bad, every morsel of the plentiful and abundant as well as the lacking and rotting and rebuilding a stronger self. I should
know, I have done it many times before. Like clockwork, after every crisis and
tumultuous phase I have come back a bigger, brighter and stronger self. But
first one must get back to zero, one must feel pain and what stronger purifier exists for the soul
than pain?
The idea of transformation, change and self-discovery are all things
that need to be considered here. Someone once told me, "To stay the same
is to die slowly" and I never forgot that. To me, the search for
happiness is to be in constant movement of something and in the same breath
to be in constant change is to never stay the same. To explore is to
search for happiness. How can one want to explore and rediscover identity over
and over if they are within the safe cocoon of happiness and safety. Why would
one ever even want to leave the cocoon if it makes you safe and happy? Only misery forces you to move
and to explore. Only in misery is there self-discovery. Only in misery is there growth and above all, only in misery is there an emergence of identity you did not know existed and a discovery of a new self. Within happiness there is a constant recycling of the old self. You stay in that cocoon, safe, warm but growing more complacent by the minute and to me complacency is the ultimate mental and spiritual death. How many are dead and don't even know it?
With that said, it can be disputed whether pain is a necessity to growth but in my world it always has been. First came pain, then came change. One couldn't have existed without the other. If one is not given the privilege of pain, then one
cannot be given the ultimate privilege, that being growth and change. You see,
even within the privilege of pain, with enough time, aching thoughts turn into
strong beliefs and a once broken heart usually comes back stronger than before.
So is it so insane that my current full heart longs to be broken so it can beat
faster?
Or maybe human beings need to dream in order to live. Simple
as that. What good is life if every dream is now a memory or worse/better yet,
a reality? Maybe I love the idea of stable couples and fairy tale stories. Maybe
I am infatuated with the concept of a white picket fence and it is the dream of having
that which keeps me warm; warmer than another person ever could. You may find
all this odd- to not fully pursue something, to not pursue a dream in fear of
it no longer being a dream but that is the reality of so many. My Uber driver and I talk about this all the time and it is those same thoughts that make us understand each other every time one of us does something the outside world labels as self-destructive.
So many pursue their dreams, believe in them fully and even take the steps to see them
come to life but stop dead in their tracks when it is evident that the dream
may become a reality. Or maybe it’s not that I wake up and I long for
heartbreak and pain when my current life gives me joy and success, maybe its just
that I’ve lived long enough to know that nothing lasts and when the heartbreak
and the failure comes, I want to be ready. And one can only be ready if they
themselves never fully allow themselves to have that which they dreamed of. Or maybe it is the search and the hunt of the unattainable that gives fire and drive. To attain all that you seek may extinguish that fire and it is within that fear that I find myself at times having an overwhelming and unexplainable longing for heartbreak. In fear of losing that fire that I long to experience the privilege of that which is to feel pain and subsequently, to experience change, over and over again.
