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Anything and Everything

The Meaning of It All

By Alaska YardmanPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Is your heart half empty or half full?

I have learned from a series of movies, books, people, that everyone gets hurt no matter what they do. Even if you completely cut yourself off from the world, you are hurting yourself, performing an injustice not only to the world but you. A wise man once wrote pain demands to be felt. Whether you get hurt by a loved one, a complete stranger, or a best friend, you feel. You feel the pain, and for a short time you focus on it. It’s all you can think about, it takes over your life, and it’s around every corner. But then you get used to it. Sometimes it fades away, goes into the shadows, or it just disappears. Pain is like love. It all has the same amount of time, same amount of emotion involved, and it takes up your life. It consumes you. It doesn’t ask, it just does it, but you let it. Some people allow love to overcome them, but don’t allow pain. Some people allow pain in, but not love. Why is that? Why can both things so beautiful destroy you?

Everyone was once a child, innocent, and thinking nothing is wrong with the world. No child has experienced love, or pain. You might be thinking that’s silly, a child loves things, like a toy, family. And a child experiences pain if they scrape their knee or a divorce in the family. I am not talking about that type of love or pain. No child has ever experienced such a feeling where it consumes their life; either tears them down, or builds them up. Children never allow things to destroy their life, they move on. Not thinking of it the next day. But with teenagers, adults, they do the opposite. They see the rain but not the rainbow after. Everyone loses their child due the world. The frontal lobe at first is happy, makes everyone think the world is perfect. But the years add up, the emotions go all over the place and the frontal lobe makes everyone feel like the world isn’t perfect anymore, that life is shit and that one little thing can ruin it. What the fuck, frontal lobe? The world is perfect, believe it or not. Everything is perfect in its own way, even love and pain. Whether the pain comes from a loved one, a complete stranger, or a best friend. Whether the love comes a loved one, a complete stranger, or a best friend. These feelings are perfect.

The world is perfect. Yes, there are axe murders and not enough money to go around and there are such things called love and pain. And some people’s lives come crashing over and end because of all these things. But would you rather feel or not live? All things happen for a reason; they all have their own lesson in the end. Now what if you never had a chance to live this way? Your frontal lobe never developed and you thought the world was perfect without even experiencing it. The whole point of life is to live. Fall in love, get your heart broken. But it’s not up to your frontal lobe or the world what your outcome will be after. The world is perfect, along with these feels that make us act all these ways. It is up to you whether you will still think this is a happy place. It is up to you whether you will still think these feelings are perfect. You might be sad or happy, but that’s perfect. You can be a child and never experience anything, not let it affect you, and move on. Or you can be a teenager or an adult, and feel everything that you can feel. And still think that life is perfect. It’s a little gift given to you by someone you don’t know. But by the end of your life, sitting there on your bed with everyone who has given you love and pain, you thank them. For making you feel all those magical things. And you thank the world, for being just as perfect. And as you take your last breath and close your eyes, there will be tears not only from the pain of you not being able to give feelings to other people, but there will be tears from the person who gave you that little gift of life.

You might think that it’s over, that you lived your life, but life isn’t over yet. They don’t call it afterlife just because you’re dead. No one is ever dead.

Your heart might not be beating but that doesn’t mean your soul isn’t.

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Alaska Yardman

just a cluster of star dust trying to make a difference some how

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