Detachment

So, quite a bit has been going on in my life that people would consider, well, not so spectacular. However, since the opportunity to distance myself from the largest of the issues has been available, I have and shall continue to keep away from it until everything works itself out. I realize there is little to nothing that I can do about it, and there is no point wasting my energy trying. I have better things to do. And ever since I left the larger issue alone, I've felt much better.

Now when I was first notified of this issue it caused a bit of thinking on my part. The sort of thinking that shakes the fabric of who you are. The issue left me feeling detached from not only myself but from my surroundings. The detachment I felt made me think about understanding the world.

To me, experience is key to this world. Without it you cannot understand. You can read a book and learn about something, but that doesn't mean you understand? You can observe others and figure you have a good idea what is going on, but without experience do you truly understand? You can know that something is sad and painful, but do you understand it?

I know that there is one thing in my life that has consisitently been on my mind. Something that I don't understand. That something is having someone to care about. Someone to link me to this world through their own. To experience the entire spectrum of emotions with. To understand how it feels to have your heart warmed, or even ripped out. And to find that person, well, it's a difficult task.