Events that crush our spirits when we're young often matter very little - or not at all - as we grow older. If only we could understand at twenty, the lessons we learn by eighty, life would be so much easier.
When I was young I bared my deepest feelings to close friends and family, believing they would welcome the sharing. On rare occasions I did find a kindred spirit, but more often than not I found myself on alien ground where I could neither understand nor be understood. Things I held dear were of no value to them. Things they cherished seemed foolish to me. Was something wrong with me? No. Was something wrong with them? No.
We were simply experiencing life on different planes and their focus on surface pleasures allowed them to be content while my acute awareness of real life caused me great suffering. I grew old before I was able to see this difference. Once I saw it, I almost began to envy shallow minds.
When two people are unable to understand each other their souls remain separated by vast emptiness.
Forever reaching ... Never touching.
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