I have had friendships with people in which I felt as if I couldn’t really share with them. It was as if the mere existence of the human condition made them uncomfortable, that they could not find the smallest grain of empathy to relate to my plight.
What if people managed to successfully move on from the past, were able to see through the obvious flaws of someone’s facade, and allowed themselves to be vulnerable to the possibility of being loved?
The ability to do what you love is far from something we are all entitled to. None of us are as special as we would like to believe. NO, you aren’t, the one who reads this and thinks, “Oh but I am.” Shut up, no you aren’t.