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Today in literature class we came upon the subject of human suffering while discussing The Fall of Icarus. Now everyone must be familar with the ancient Greek myth. If not, then here's a short recap for you. Icarus and his father Deadalus wished to escape from the king of Crete using wax wings. Icarus' father warned him not to fly too close to the sun if not, but he didn't listen and still did it. Eventually his waz wings melted and he fell to his death in the sea.

Our teacher then started telling us how the author of this poem was speaking of human suffering. In other words, this was our own personal suffering. This is how she explained it.

Now matter how much we try to explain how we suffer, we can never hope to expect other people to fully relate to what we say. They can never truly understand what we mean because of the simple fact that they just haven't experienced that yet or they have never been in that EXACT SAME situation, though they may have experienced simalr circumstances.

Now because people can't really understand us, it makes us frustrated and makes us feel so alone. It's like no one in the whole world can understand how we feel and even if we know this, we can't help but hope that somewhere out there someone might understand us. We still want people to listen and we still want people to understand.

An example would be right now, I feel neglected and alone. Maybe people can have similar experiences, but they can't say they know exactly how I feel because they aren't me. They may or not know who is neglecting me, but that won't make a difference either because it isn't them who is being neglected or left alone. Thus, because no one can understand how I feel and no one does anything to make it better, I suffer and hurt inside. The worst part is that the one person who can make me feel better doesn't do anything about it. This is my suffering.

We can only strive to show people a glimpse of how we feel, but never expect them to understand. But I think the important thing is that they are there to try to understand you and see if you are alright. For this, I thank my good friends for trying to understand how I must feel and allowing me to vent and rant all I want while they just listen and comfort me. They are there for me. For that I am very thankful. I know that during times of great sadness and frustration, I can count on MY FREINDS. smile

You can't believe in someone who isn't there. I think that's true. How can you possibly believe in someone who isn't even paying any attention to you? Who always isn't there to talk to? I don't think it's possible even if you try and try and try and try...it will just make you more frustrated. It's better to find people who you can depend on to be there and to listen isn't it? That's what makes a true and good friend.

Thank you so much to all those friends who have helped me out and comforted me during this time. Thank you and I love you all, my friends! smile