May 09 23

May 9th 2023 · 246 words, 1 minute read

I have been shaped by my worst experiences.

The good memories will come to mind every now and then, but the worst ones are a constant reminder.
A constant reminder not to let anyone get close.
A reminder that people don't actually care. What appears to be their interest in me is driven by curiosity.
They're curious.
Who is this guy, and what is he all about?

What is applicable to me, applies to a lot of people. Not just me.
A terrible childhood and a horrible adult life translates to solace in seclusion.
That's natural instinct. For self-preservation.

The truth is, very few people actually care.
Most people are just along for the entertainment.
Your misery gives someone a sense of relief, that they're not the only ones drowning in the ocean.
Yes, the beer's on them. The more you pour your heart out, the less burdened they feel by their own insecurities.
Your happiness gives someone some hope, that there is something more to life,than just pain and suffering.

This world - it's every man for himself.
If someone's insists on tagging along, it's because they see some value in your association.
The moment, your value depreciates, they'll vanish from your life. As if you never existed. On to the next one.

There's nothing permanent.
Not love, not friendships, not relationships, not family, not your health, not even your life.
Everything you work so hard to build, will crumble at a moment's notice.