And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older, as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it has already happened.
a deep, though hauntingly pessimistic, thought that i timely came across and that i had to share.
and a strange coincidence. i very recently had a conversation with friend X about friend Y, who's been going through some tough ish. we discussed how some people get down and don't ever quite come back up to where they were, with regards to levels of happiness or positivity. you know, if set levels existed.
i'd like it to be absurd. i'd like to think that anyone can find ways to regain his or her past state of childlike innocence -- joy, even. simplicity.
buddha gives us many helpful hints, but at the end of the day, i believe, the secret is different for everyone.
in the meantime, i'm telling myself that -- whatever it takes, however it happens -- for the broken people among us, eventually hope will just... float up.