Little is said when life throws you a tough ball. To appear strong, we would rather bury ourselves further in our misery, to which we know at some point will lay us bare and probably kill us (not literally, but perhaps emotionally), rather than face the truth and proclaim it out loud. If there’re no secrets of the past, the past can’t haunt you.
I just watched a TV show that made me realize how much I belittled a thing of the past. Now this thing did not happen to me, but to a friend of mine. Back then, there were those who were angry and hurt and sad about it, but I couldn’t seem to have such strong emotions within me regarding that. Perhaps my mind is wired in such that I have to see it to fully understand it. I usually rely on graphical images when I study, so maybe it’s the same way too when it comes to other things. After watching the show, I am now filled with anger and wish those people responsible for my friend’s predicament will rot in hell.
And to my friend, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to feel what I was supposed to feel for you when you needed me to. But I’m glad you did not choose to hide it from me.
