Him: "Everyone is designed to fall apart."
Me: "So scream, vent, curse. Do what you're designed to do. It's OK to fall apart. 'Cause I'm here."
Shakespeare wrote, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." Oh, how true. We're all top-notch actors. Each day, with a keen sense of familiarity and skills honed by years of routine, we put on masks. All at once comfortable and effortless. They shield who we really are or they merely let us cover up the fact that we don't know who we really are. Either way, we all deserve an Academy Award at best for being such adroit purveyors of lies.
You meet people everyday - strangers, acquaintances, friends. You recognize faces. You observe patterns. You overhear conversations. So often what you see are smiles, laughter, jokes. They're all signs of being OK. But someone could be standing right next to you or heck, could even be talking to you and yet you haven't a single inkling that they're in the process of falling apart, losing themselves, breaking down.
Why hide it? If we are all one and the same, there is no reason to pretend. Strange how we, of our own volition, subject ourselves to emotional atrophy. Do you think it makes you look stronger? No, it makes your pain last longer. But really, why hide it? And I'm not saying that you should let your emotions loose on the people around you. 'Cause quite frankly, not everyone cares. What I'm saying is that you're clever enough to differentiate between who cares and who doesn't. Know that the world is filled with as many pretenders as you, but in spite of that, life is not as pretentious and hopeless as you may think 'cause in the majority of all that, there remains a minority in your life that is true and real.
Just as my answer was, you can do what you're designed to do and fall apart in front of me. I know how it feels. I can understand what you're saying. I can relate to what you're going through. So just handle it the way you know best. If it's crying, cry. If it's being silent, shut up. If it's cursing, go wild. If it's rambling, don't stop. 'Cause I'm here. But I'm only here for awhile. I'll be gone soon, just like the many people that have come and gone in your life. But right now, for this uncertain amount of time, I'm here. You could very well say the same to me. And I know that. We all know that. We all know that the people we love now probably aren't always gonna be around. In the end, just as we were when we first came into this world, so will we be on our own. (But of course, save for One. Hehe.) So let's not take them for granted. Use them and exploit them - in the purest, most well-intentioned sense of the word. :)
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts
Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history
Is second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
- William Shakespeare
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