by ~West Wind~ » Fri Apr 13, 2012 9:01 am
I would sympathize with people who have problems at home and stuff, but unfortunately, I've found I can't. I could wait forever for the sympathy when people tell me they feel unloved or something like that, but it never comes. And I think I've found out why that is.
It's because I believe that every single person, in the entire universe, no matter how weak, or mean, or odd, can make themselves feel better, and make their life feel better without another person's help. What is my basis for that statement?
Simple.
I cried in fear at night, because I worried that my hearing would get worse and worse until I was deaf, and I could no longer hear anyone speak to me words of love or comfort, and I would never hear the sweet sound of another's voice again. When I was told that I would have to have glasses because I could not see correctly, it was the end of the world for me. I had thought for months that I had gotten something stuck in my eyes, and that is why the world was a blurry, undefined mess. I told no one, because I didn't want to have someone poking away at my eyes to get it out. I cried that night too, because I remembered the recounted tales that my cousins had told me of blind friends and aunts, and worried, that in time I would become like them and never see the world again, a possibility I couldn't bear. I spent an afternoon crying when it suddenly occurred to me why I couldn't smell things as well as others. I remembered wistfully of the delicious smells of cakes and pies, and crisp autumn days that I used to smell as a younger child, and each time I cried at the deterioration of yet another sense, a larger fear appeared. What use am I to anyone with no senses?
After one such occasion, when I cried and cried and cried, for I had had a day when I was reminded of the worsening quality of my senses, I told myself firmly, "Stop this! Tears are for the weak, and for the ones that can't handle life. You can handle life, because you are strong and brave and courageous, and nothing can ever bring you down. So shut up and stop crying, because tears don't solve problems."
It's a couple sentences I tell myself every time I want to break down and cry. It's worked for seven years, and I haven't cried since.
(That was by me, and yes, I am near blindness, deafness and Anosmia (when you have no sense of smell))
