We are at war with life everyday. Not letting go of the sanity that makes us human, we carry the wounds – some healed, some never will – with us. Some carry them like medallions, others keep them hidden for they are nothing more than unwanted smudges on an otherwise white wall.
Medallions make us feel proud, for they signify an achievement. But smudges… they are ugly and just point towards imperfections. They are best hidden with furniture or tapestry.
So when my friend was assaulted by a group of three men, she decided not to tell people.
When a young girl got molested, she kept quiet. She didn’t want the pity and now that she is grown up, she no longer has the courage to dig old graves.
It’s painful. It hurts and you feel like no one in the world understands. You think, why would anyone care, when you are the only one God chose to punish? And you keep quiet. You put up a brave front, kidding yourself that you are okay, when in reality every breath you take, it hurts.
Not talking about things doesn’t make them go away. It just makes them take deep roots. And like gangrene, the bitterness spreads and makes every thing look ugly. But the truth is, you are not the only one. While you were crying, thinking no one was listening… God was, and he was crying with you. And though you didn’t go down on your knees and closed your eyes in prayer… your tears were enough. Tears are prayers too. They travel to God when we can’t speak. (Psalm 56:8)
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living? (Bob Marley)
Though people might look up to and be amazed by your strong facade, it’s okay to let your guard down. It’s okay to tell people that life has given you a beating. It’s okay to not want to fight this war alone. Because in reality, we are all in this together.
One of my very good friend casually remarked during a coffee date. “I don’t like to be active on social networking sites. I don’t want the entire world to know what I am up to.” Though nothing wrong with her statement, I was still left wondering as to why we are scared to let people see who we really are; especially strangers. What if strangers might find strength through your words and actions? You might never see them or meet them, but with every word you type, you might just bringing healing to someone who’s losing it.
You need others and, when the time comes, they’ll need you too. No one goes through their one alone and neither should you. Did history say that only person went to fight in the war? Nope and so is the case for a reason.