What We Are

We are rational in so many respects; yet, innately illogical. We are contradictions manifested; each of us, a living, breathing, walking paradoxes lifted from the pages of a never-ending tragedy.

We want love. We want to be loved. We want to be seen for all that we are, and to be loved for it. We long for these things more than any others. But, we go to extreme lengths to conceal ourselves — our truest selves — that heart of us that we most wish to know is desired and cherished by another. We keep it shackled in the basement of ourselves behind massive oaken doors hung on hinges rusted shut. We fear exposing the core that comprises us to those we would have see it, and us, and love us as ourselves.

We fight to feel; and to not feel anything at all. We desire because we must; because life without desire is no life at all. Yet, we battle to quell and sedate ourselves, struggling to avoid risk, and pain, desperately dodging heartache and loss as if those states were not integral components to loving, and to being loved as ourselves.

We are comedians on a Shakespearian scale; yet, the joke passes unheeded over our respective and collective heads.
We are insane; but, there is none sane to make the diagnosis among ourselves.