Aware of the Unspoken

A world with optimism still has the ability of constantly leaving an uneasy feeling in your body. I will never understand why the best people get treated the worst. I will never understand why so many mishaps happen to the best people . Everyday someone is curious as to why something happened. A loved one is withdrawn from your life, your whole world feels desolated. You break a bone and your athletic career is over, your life becomes isolated from hope.

It is shocking to the human eye when you see someone smiling after they just lost one of the most influential people in their life. Walking through life with a smile, treating the deserved ones so kindly, and being a commendable person overall. Is it simple to live a challenging life with no spite? Is it simple to sail through life without shedding a single tear?

You wake up one day expecting to live another typical day. You have breakfast, you leave for school; you come home to the most heartbreaking news of your existence. You swallow the tears and it doesn’t hit you till you’re laying in bed at night. You realize you just lost the most important person in your life; you don’t even know what to do with yourself. The following days consist of waking up and just wanting to fall back asleep and worry about nothing.

Sitting at a viewing, holding back this overwhelmed feeling of sadness trying to keep yourself stable for your loved ones around you. You don’t realize it but lilies fill the room. Representing the innocence of the one who left your side. In a world with an unexplainable amount of misfortune it is necessary to keep that purity and majesty of ones life. All you wish for is that person to be back in your life. They no longer get to see you grow up or see your kids grow up; who knew this day would come so soon.

Typical day at practice and you feel the worst pain radiate through your foot. Your coach quickly recognizes the pain in your face and in that same moment you have this feeling you can no longer play the sport that keeps you sane. Why do some have to live without some of the most simple things in life that make them so happy.

Everyday an incident happens to thousands, or even millions of people throughout this world. Living in a world with so much fear a smile can cover it all. Who knew the happiest girl/boy walking through school was suffering from one of the most heartbreaking experiences right in front of your own eyes?

11 thoughts on “Aware of the Unspoken

  1. You are so right about this. A lot of people just hides that pain… I mean I remember I saw this girl in the bus her eyes where definately sad for some reason…But I was thinking I should really say something…But what if I am wrong? what if I will just make fool of myself in front of everybody…Why to set all the attention of other people on her… Too bad we were departing on different bus stops.

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  2. Thank you very much! Approaching someone is always frightening because people are afraid to be wrong, but what if our words could have saved someone’s life. There definitely is a way to approach people in situations like that but it’s about finding the right way.

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  3. Yes a lot of the things I write come from things I go through myself. Within the things I experience myself I am very observant so I use the things I notice to think and write something that is relatable.

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  4. It does take a lot of courage expressing yourself! That’s true that writing takes away the stress… But doesn’t it add a bit stress too by being a bit exposed in the world of wordpress..Cause you don’t know who reads.. You should read what I’m writting too!

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  5. I have read some of your pieces. It is slightly stressful but we have to have confidence in ourselves and no that the negative comments are not worth the care.

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  6. That is so true that negative comments aren’t worth the care… 😀 and I’m glad that you read my stuff… sometimes I think that people barely reads it.. But oh well… It’s all about expressing ourselves.. 😀 so writing is worth it…

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