Sometimes, the massive weight of life and all its complexities falls down upon me like meteor. The house, the relationships, the people, the stuff, the agreements and arguments, the duties and committments. Doesn't it ever feel like it's all too much?
Today, I had a hard time. Many days I have hard times, hard moments. Today, it all overflowed. Tears, swearing, recrimations, anger. I threw things (well, an empty ceral box...didn't want to actually destroy anything). I wanted to throw more things. A computer monitor, now that would make a delightful crashing sound. The clean-up can happen later, right?
It's easy to feel entirely alone at times like these. No one understands me! Well, it's actually true: no one else can understand or experience exactly what is happening within oneself, because no one else IS oneself. We are all essentially alone, alone in our selves, with our thoughts and feelings. But what we truly want, the only thing indeed that we do truly want, is to be understood. And that is simply impossible. So, we have to settle for empathy, for compassion, for a pat on the back and a hug.
It's all there is.
Is it enough? I don't know.