Dear Clarity,

Sometimes the truth hits you so hard that you fall to the ground and are rendered powerless. You feel numb at first, but slowly the pain creeps up on you, until that's all you can think about. And there you are, on the floor; hurt, broken, torn and unable to move, and left with nothing, but muddled feelings and melancholic thoughts.

In your pain, you choose to blame your agony on something or someone. But I hope you realize that it's the wrong way to go, because ultimately it doesn't matter who's at fault. The damage has been done and no amount of blame could repair that damage.

Whether the truth that hit you is that who you love no longer loves you, could no longer love you, should no longer love you, or worse yet, has never loved you...

...Or that the love you shared was tainted right from the beginning.

...Or maybe even that perfect isn't good enough... That perfect is just too good to be true, so it can only remain as such. A dream that can never come true.

No matter the circumstance, I realize that you really can't blame anyone or anything for hurting you, because you let him, her, or it hurt you. You allowed yourself to be hurt.

And you can't blame yourself either, because you're human and as such you're bound to feel hurt.

Be thankful for the pain, because it means that you can feel.

Sometimes the truth hits you hard that you fall to the ground and are rendered powerless...

Well, stand up, kid! You ain't dead yet.


As Always,
D.