Everyone has a story hidden in their own life, which is a unique narrative composed of countless joys and sorrows, ups and downs. However, in the face of complex realities, many times we feel the loneliness that no one understands and the helplessness of not being seen. The depths of this emotion that only I can experience are full of unknown sadness and helplessness.
Life is like a play, everyone is the protagonist of their own story, and they are also the only irreplaceable screenwriter. We try to reveal our inner world to others through words and actions, hoping that those subtle emotions and profound experiences will be understood and resonated with. But language is so limited that it often fails to carry those complex and delicate feelings; The perspectives of others often have their own colors, and they interpret them based on their own experience and cognition, but it is difficult to touch our real feelings.
Sadness is the emotion that rises in the heart when you encounter setbacks, lose loved ones, and have your ideals shattered. It silently soaked the heart like a drizzle, making people's world gray. Helplessness is the feeling of being forced to accept it when you know that you can't do it under the weight of reality, or when you face the facts that can't be changed. It was like a heavy stone pressing against the chest, making people breathless. These feelings are difficult to fully comprehend unless you experience them yourself.
There have been countless such moments in my life story. When I gambled on my dreams and failed; When the person I love turns away and I am powerless to keep it; When I'm struggling hard in the workplace, but I'm limited for various reasons. In those moments, my heart was filled with sadness and helplessness, but when I tried to speak to others, I often gained sympathy or comfort rather than true understanding.
It's not someone else's fault. Everyone has their own life to deal with, and they may be busy dealing with their own problems or struggling to maintain their emotional balance. Their willingness to listen and provide support is already a valuable act of kindness. It's just that the pain hidden deep in my heart is often out of their sight, and it has become an insurmountable chasm.
As a result, I began to learn to face my grief and helplessness alone. I read, I write, I draw, I express and process these emotions in a variety of ways. I have found that art is a powerful healing force, it can help me express those unspeakable feelings, and it can also help me find the power of self-redemption in the process of creating.
I also began to cherish more friends who could understand and resonate. Although there are not many of them, their presence means a lot to me. In front of them, I don't need to disguise, I don't need to hide my vulnerability. We shared our stories with each other, and although we still couldn't fully understand each other's experiences, the sincere listening and acceptance was enough to make me feel warm and strong.
Life has taught me that everyone has their own battlefield, and everyone struggles with their own story. We all want to be understood, but we often feel lonely. But it is this loneliness that allows us to learn to know ourselves more deeply, and it also makes us cherish those sincere relationships that can penetrate the surface and touch the heart.
In this world, no one can fully understand how much sadness and helplessness there is in my story except myself. This is not a sigh of despair, but a growing realization. It taught me that no matter what the outside world brings, I have to be brave enough to face my inner self, stick to my own path, and write my own story. Because, only in this way, can I find happiness and peace that truly belongs to me.