Strange Allies With Warring Hearts
Apr. 12th, 2007 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenWe're broken, all of us.
When it comes to an object (a vase, a gem, a weapon) you can smash a number, line them up and say "Yes, this one is more broken than that."
When it comes to people, there is no more or less broken, there are just different ways of shattering. Different ways to deal with it. To get along, we must realise that the differences in our pain do not make one's any more or less important that another's. I cannot judge anyone else by my scale, nor can they judge me by theirs.
The problem comes when someone can't see that. When they see their own pain, hurt, joy, pleasure, and it blinds them. Looking from an angle outside of that focused perspective, it has to be forced. Having to be the one to force it is exhausting and difficult.
Truth hurts, honesty causes pain. It's only in lies we're safe and warm, but they never last. But it's easier to stick to your own perspective, because remaining with the limits imposed by our own pain we're as safe as we are in lies. Admitting the suffering of others, watching for it, defending against it, only adds to our own.
I listen to them, Uzil and Nenuial, and I cling to the lie of hope. That they'll find their was through this, that Sylarne, Leiral, and I will survive being along for that journey. That Leiral and I will survive our own.
I see the splinters, and I tell myself we can fix them before we shatter. I have to believe that, I have to.
Because if I break again, I'm not certain I'll recover this time.
When it comes to an object (a vase, a gem, a weapon) you can smash a number, line them up and say "Yes, this one is more broken than that."
When it comes to people, there is no more or less broken, there are just different ways of shattering. Different ways to deal with it. To get along, we must realise that the differences in our pain do not make one's any more or less important that another's. I cannot judge anyone else by my scale, nor can they judge me by theirs.
The problem comes when someone can't see that. When they see their own pain, hurt, joy, pleasure, and it blinds them. Looking from an angle outside of that focused perspective, it has to be forced. Having to be the one to force it is exhausting and difficult.
Truth hurts, honesty causes pain. It's only in lies we're safe and warm, but they never last. But it's easier to stick to your own perspective, because remaining with the limits imposed by our own pain we're as safe as we are in lies. Admitting the suffering of others, watching for it, defending against it, only adds to our own.
I listen to them, Uzil and Nenuial, and I cling to the lie of hope. That they'll find their was through this, that Sylarne, Leiral, and I will survive being along for that journey. That Leiral and I will survive our own.
I see the splinters, and I tell myself we can fix them before we shatter. I have to believe that, I have to.
Because if I break again, I'm not certain I'll recover this time.