Kouhai

As the title says, this one is for you. I hope it helps anyway possible Nyra

A long time ago I learned of a most peculiar concept known as the "burden of knowledge", and even at that young age I was able to grasp its meaning. My biggest concern with that ideology was seeing how it was even possible to have so much knowledge it could become a burden.

Time and many life experiences have taught me the truth behind a once ignorant gleam. Blissful and carefree living birthed a reality check sheltered in cynicism and fostered in truth and lies, all the while bleeding for answers, and yet, only given more questions to contemplate.

It seems the older I get the more I realize this cycle will never truly end. Ironically, or not, I get it. It doesn't make me feel any less shittier than I do at this very moment knowing what I know about what is going on in your life right now. But what I want you to take away from this is that having a burden of knowledge does not equate to having a burden of life. Despite whatever view you take on from this point in your life, the only thing for certain is that the future remains unwritten.

To know loss in any form is one of the greatest pains imaginable. Anger, sadness, depression, cynicism; they all stand ready at your door waiting for you to let them in. I won't tell you to not open the door, you know them well, they've been invited in by you before. I will ask you to make sure they do not overstay their welcome, for they are mirrors, reflections of your mind to help you cope with your loss and the myriad of encompassing emotions. By that logic, you are actually alone, but then again, people like you and I are always alone in our own way. Some of us have found the path to accept that loneliness and thrive in the depths of its ocean. However, people like you and I eventually need to resurface no matter how dark or bright the world maybe on the surface. This rough beast's hour will come round, slouching towards Bethlehem to begin anew. 

That's just the way the world is, no?

It's far from acceptable most days, but we are not fledgling children anymore, we haven't been for so time now. I know where you are right now isn't the best place you want to be in, but you have friends, family, and me to help lift you up, no matter how far away we may seem. And never forget, if you want to find happiness again don't bother opening your door, it's already inside. 

You need only to remember to turn on the lights. 

Ref.

Yeates, W. B. (n.d.). The Second Coming. Retrieved October 17, 2016, from https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/43290