The bigger you inside you!

Hi,

Today i met a person, who i quite admire at the moment. I met a girl, who i felt was so strong as a personality, a girl who could withstand so much pain, yet still be able to stand up on her feet. Not many people you come across are like this, many people give up easily when they see that they are unable to achieve what it is they desire. What actually encouraged me to dedicate this post to her, is that i felt such personalities should be shared with others. It is not everyday that you see a person so willing to sacrifice everything they own for another person, even if that person is the one they love the most in the world. There is always this selfishness people own, which caters for a persons well being firstly before anyone else. I am not against love, and i never have been, but i have always been a skeptic as to how great is love? Ive often thought that people claim they love a person because they feel a need to be around them as oppose to them "loving" that person because they are so infatuated by a person that the person becomes everything to them and that is what love is. I dont want to discuss love in this thread because it is not my intention, but i hae to remind myself to do this in another thread shortly, but what exactly is love? and how great is it? I will answer this soon. My subject of interest however at this point is the phenomenal feeling that encompasses one throughout their life, that makes them the point of suffering, while making others gain from this suffering, and taking nothing in return for this. We are all so overwhelmed with our problems as they strike us, and we feel that our problems are often the greatest, they are so incomparable with other peoples problems, we feel so down, so lost in our thoughts, some of us even give up or give in to certain intoxicants, if its drugs, alcohol, or any other factor that "supposedly" drives one away from their problems, and allows them to periodically "forget". Some of us even become suicidal, we feel that our lives are not worth living any longer. How many of us are able to keep the pain in our hearts, while smiling at the world and what it gives us, and helping others, and continuing to sacrifice our happiness and our well being for theirs?

A few hours ago, i was thinking to myself, each person is unique in their thinking, in their actions, to some extent. This is obviously subject to arguement, however, each mind is processed at an individual pace, in a unique direction. We may come across the same thoughts, but do we perceive them equally the same in our hearts? the tongue is not subject of interest to me, its merely a peice of flesh and i see that the words uttered mostly by people are nothing but routine words that they feel they "must" or "have to" say in order to make sure "everything is orite". Not many people are willing to admitt that they albeit beleive in the same thing, but from this particular angle and not from this angle. Its like in school, when we were in primary, we had "story time", the teacher would sit on a chair, and all of us children around her on the carpet, she would read a book to us, and we would listen, she might say "In the deep green forest, where the trees where shading the path, a sound could be heard from a distance" Now if we were to take this extract (which i must add i completely made up), then as we begin to imagine, we will all picture this in our own way, i may imagine the shade of the green to be very dark, someone else may imagine a lighter shade, i may imagine the path to be made up of brown mud, while someone else may imagine it to be a stone path, or a brick path..etc. The point i am trying to get at, is that no matter to what extent we try and think alike it never will be the identical to the thought of another person.

Going back to the original reason i began to type this, when a problem is retold to you as an individual, you may begin to feel some sympathy at a persons pain, while they unfold their miseries, when the person has finished retelling what to them, is probably the greatest misery of their life, they in turn await your reaction, hoping that you may soothe them with your words, easing their hearts and marking some releif on their face for a shortwhile. They hope to see signs which tell them, that you can feel what they are experiencing. When you begin to speak though, no matter how sympathetic you may sound, the opposite person will feel that there is still a disconnection. Nobody can actually understand what it is that you go through. They be-little you in their own way, while aiming to help you. I usually get the feeling that when there is this lack of understanding that people have for each other, the person is often looked down upon. I however have always understood that, each person is a bigger person inside, they experience a lot, and because it is hard to put feelings into words at times, we are unable to put our message across to others, but we are not small, just because our problems are not like theirs. No. We are bigger, because we have survived it!