I’m tired. And on days like this, I feel like I’ve lived a life that’s wasted. I feel an emptiness and a void when I see posts of pain and anguish from people I admire or like (for various reasons) and I’m incapable of responding in a way to alleviate their pain, or at least give them a reason to smile.

I’ve always wanted to be the silver lining for someone, but people usually expect sunshine without any rain. I don’t know anyone that is capable of that. Some may pretend better than others, but we all have our darkness that we’re contending with. Some darker than others. 

I trust more easily those that expose those struggles of theirs, rather than those that live a life of pretend so that they can maintain a facade of strength and composure. If we lie about our life, how can we be trusted about anything else?