At times, you feel so tired with everything that occupies your head that you wish to vent out loud to someone– to erupt like a volcano just to make the weight that sits on your chest feel less heavy. But it's also in those instances do we realize that we can't expect others to fully understand our hearts the way we do. And as much as we wish, we can't build a window on ourselves for people to have a peek inside and read the sorrow that resides within us; because the other person is just as weak and despondent as you are.
everyone is carrying with themselves an emotional baggage that people surrounding know nothing about, sometimes that baggage is too heavy, sometimes it's not that heavy; but it's still hard to carry. And while we may possess the ability of taking some load off from others by listening to them and by being a shoulder to them to cry on, we can't truly perceive what their hearts perceive.
At the end of the day, we're all equally tired wishing to be understood exactly like we understand ourselves..
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