Hi you. Yes, you, whoever’s reading this. I just wanted you to know that it’s alright. It’ll get better and you’ll be fine but we get it, all of us do. At least I do. I know you have a story to tell. At least one. Maybe more. But I get it. I have had my share and I have seen more than enough of us trying to get out of this. This is to the you who is disappointed, the you who is heartbroken, the you who is devastated and stuck in despair. This is me extending a hand but I’ll not ask you to get out of it now. You can stay there if you want to. I’m just here, sitting, waiting for you to get up because I know that when you do, you won’t ever sit here for this long. Perhaps, you’ll sit here with me and we’ll help others get out together.
You might wonder that I know nothing about you but that is exactly why I’m sitting here. It doesn’t matter how you got your share of disappointment. I don’t care if you spilled your coffee or if you lost a loved one. I know the respective magnitudes of those things are way different and separated but I don’t see any reason to not help people who’ve been in any of those situations.
You might think things are wrong and nothing’s ever right. I get it. All of us do. By this time, we’re all rooting for you to get out. For you to get the courage to stand up and hold our hand. But no one, no one in this world can tell you that you and your problems don’t matter. You are allowed to have a bad day if you woke up late and couldn’t reach your office in time. You are allowed to have a series of bad days. No one in this world has the right to tell you to get over it because apparently, people are starving in other parts of the world. As insensitive as that sounds, it is the truth. Everyone has problems and no one can come up with a scale that evaluates the depth of how sad or disappointing something is. Even if they do, they can go fuck themselves. You didn’t get your coffee in time and you have a right to be frustrated about it because you matter. You matter.
You might not agree with me and you might not believe me when I tell you that I know how you can be at a breaking point or way past it but you won’t let anyone see that. Not even your family and the closest of friends. Trust me, when you think no one gets it, someone who gets it will come along. A stranger perhaps with the same set of fuck-ups. Whatever might happen. Maybe the comrade in sadness won’t appear until you’re already out of this place. This dark place. But when they do, you’ll know.
You might argue that time is running out and that I am misleading you. You’re free to believe that and put up a good face and go on with your way of the world. You’ll still find people. But I believe you need time. I believe you need to get the urge to get out of this once and for all and one day you will. Just make sure you remember your argument. Time is running out and you’re missing out on other experiences. So make sure you take ample time to get out yourself but also, make sure you’re not stuck. Even if you are, we won’t let you be stuck. We’ll pull you out. There’s no reason for you to take things in your own hands. There will always be us, in form of friends, family and everyone else you meet along the way. We’re here. We’re all here for you.
So, take your time. You made decisions, you made memories and now that’s all they are, memories and lessons but it gets better and it will. Once you get out make sure you’re a force to be reckoned with. Make sure you’re excited and changed. Make sure you’re as bright as the flowers in the nearby park and as hopeful as the light that travels throughout space to finally enter your eyes. Remember, you do leave this place eventually. You can’t spend forever here but you’re free to return through mistakes, problems and tragedies. Once you do, make sure you have this jotted down clearly in your mind that whenever you’re ready to get up and running, all you need to do is look up this ditch and you’ll see us sitting right there, waiting for you, ready to pull you up. 🙂