“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

It is most unfortunate to finally face this moment in one’s existence. No matter how hard one tries to confer demoralizing sentiments inflicted upon oneself into disappearance, they are not going to cease to exist. This negativity will perpetually continue to breed hate inside oneself through heavy doses of pain and contagious dissatisfaction; quite honestly, it makes the saltiest, most substantial tears wish to fall. The seeds of sadness that have been sown are then destined towards the path of cultivating very liberal roots of cynicism. They cloud the heart with darkness, producing dark fruits of resentment towards everything and anything. Even the sweet release of sleep eludes the tortured mind. We yearn to radiate positivity, but cannot seem to do anything but create negativity.
This endless cycle that mindlessly consumes our thoughts, our happiness, and our sanity spirals uncontrollably, leaving the host in a hopeless state of loneliness. Consolation now becomes the greatest virtue; the pinnacle of hope, a culmination of relief. It is at this point where we must make a decision. To stare at the dark, widening canyon below us or to try to feel again. The pain will still exist, but “a certain darkness is needed to see the stars” (Osho).