The walking wounded are everywhere. There’s the wife who has lived her entire life based on a man’s expectations of her. She walks on pins and needles because she is never sure which husband will wake up next to her. Will he be the aloof, emotionally distant husband, or the man she fell in love with years ago? Remember that best friend who continually dated Mr. Wrong, and doesn’t understand why she can’t find a faithful and loyal man. Or, what about the kid from the neighborhood who looks like he just crawled out of bed no matter what time of day it is?
We’re depicted as the noble or unselfish and stoic willingness to accept suffering. Those of us who constantly suffer undergo the same amount of pain or perhaps a greater amount of pain as someone who is actually going through a break-up of a romantic relationship, without the benefit of actually being in one. We are the unloved ones. We are the hopeful ones.
For us who have put forth all our depth and sacrificial devotion and had it go unnoticed, know the feeling. Were tiptoeing on shards of glass, or treading upon points of needles, and although we step as lightly and as willingly as possible we still know that an act of love that fails is just as much a part of life as experiencing an existential crisis. The best way to define it is by using yourself as an example. You are an individual that questions the very foundations of your life, constantly wondering if there really is any remote meaning, value, or logical purpose to keep on living. We often forget to just live our lives and remember at the very least to always be true to ourselves.
For the walking wounded, love develops into a habit, love whispers to us, it reaches out in little ways. We crave attention, affection, and admiration. Sadness becomes a pleasure and everyday is full of rushing torrents. We have so many feelings to express, that we actually want to express, so that we can emphasize and convey the elements of emptiness and vacant loneliness. What do we do? Do we continue on with a dying heart with the inability to express and fulfill all of its emotional needs? Do we keep wondering the purpose of a soul whose soul no happiness warms?
We have only one advantage of being...