“We’re all broken; everyone one of us.”
Looking through the drawers of my dresser, I come across a folder and breathe an audible sigh of relief. Here it is.
I thought I had lost them forever, but instead, I had put them somewhere ‘safe’ and forgotton what that place was. Don’t we all? 🙂
Way back when, when I was an idealogical teen ready to save the world and move all the mountains in my way, I had a crisis of faith. In fact, crisis is probably not the best word for it. Complete apocalyptic meltdown might be more accurate.
Even then, I wrote my way through it, sure that somehow, some day, I would look back on this journal of sorts and treasure the major change of heart I was bound to have. Because, even then, as an emotional eighteen year old questioning absolutely everything she had ever been told, and ever believed in, I knew that there was nothing better than what I already had.
Nothing could be better.
Tonight, finally, I picked up those words again, and started to read, beginning to dream what to do with them, and how they can help someone. Anyone. And so I present, the first entry in ‘Writing from the Other Side.’
I am writing from the Other Side. A place lonely in nature because it is supposed to be so. A place lonely in nature because those who are on the other side are cut off from the rest. They are not who they were, and perhaps n0t who they wish they could be. They are alone.
I am not quite sure how I reached the Other Side. Perhaps there was a fork in the road I happened to miss. Perhaps the road map got lost in my bag with all the other crap I carry around. Perhaps I was enticed by a small dirt path on the side, promising a short cut and an easier road. Perhaps I just ceased to care. Regardless of how I got here, I am on the other side, and it is here from which I write.
No one can understand exactly what it is to be on the Other Side unless they have been there. On the Other Side there is only one obvious rule: don’t care. So long as you don’t care all will be fine. You can do whatever you want on the Other Side, because no one cares. You can be who you want on the Other Side, because the Other Side doesn’t care who you are. Those on the Other Side are as lonely as you, so you make friend quickly. It doesn’t matter what you have in common with those on the Other Side; friendship still exists, because no one cares.
Ever been to the Other Side?