A lively spirited boy, took his own life today. Saw him last Sunday - cheerfully contagious in his affections that he showered on all of us with his unending wit and funnies.
Who knew, that he was fighting probably a lonely battle?
Who knew, that he was heading down this road?
Who knew, that he was barely hanging by a thread?
It's a tough life and the older you get, it gets tougher. I keep wondering - are we making a difference by being role models, are we encouraging our generation to be the best that they can be and that when they fall, so also can they rise?
I don't believe so anymore, for the more connected we have become the more lonelier it's gotten.
Somewhere on this weary road, we falter, we want to jump ship, we see ourselves as failures - as people incapable of the nothingness that we are sinking in - solo wars.
I've gone through this hell hole, there are days and nights I still do @30. While I talk about it with my besties, sometimes I feel (entirely my own feeling) that they may be tired of me going on "Erase & Rewind" mode so often.
I don't want to burden them when their own must be so hard. Yet, they hold up like pilgrims, cheerfully carrying their worries and troubles with a perpetual smile. Yet, are they not facing it as well? Why are we made to feel that it is a shame to have struggles? This world makes you believe that you're weak if you show your weakness in public.
Yet, I can't. I struggle and fail every single time.
One thing I do know, there's no shame in asking for help, in getting professionals to listen and guide you when you're faced with setbacks.
We all need a shoulder to cry on, someone to hold our hand, to pat our back and say - Don't worry, things have to fall apart to make way for new and better things.
JC - please don't ever give up on me and so many of us battling to suppress the oppression that is constricting our very being. The Ninth Station is my constant reminder right now as I hold onto your cross for dear life and find comfort there. I wish he'd held onto the Wood as tightly as I do.
RIP Arnold Serrao. You are much loved - in life and in death. Will cherish my conversations with you and hope your family finds peace, courage and comfort in this sorrowful time.
Who knew, that he was fighting probably a lonely battle?
Who knew, that he was heading down this road?
Who knew, that he was barely hanging by a thread?
It's a tough life and the older you get, it gets tougher. I keep wondering - are we making a difference by being role models, are we encouraging our generation to be the best that they can be and that when they fall, so also can they rise?
I don't believe so anymore, for the more connected we have become the more lonelier it's gotten.
Somewhere on this weary road, we falter, we want to jump ship, we see ourselves as failures - as people incapable of the nothingness that we are sinking in - solo wars.
I've gone through this hell hole, there are days and nights I still do @30. While I talk about it with my besties, sometimes I feel (entirely my own feeling) that they may be tired of me going on "Erase & Rewind" mode so often.
I don't want to burden them when their own must be so hard. Yet, they hold up like pilgrims, cheerfully carrying their worries and troubles with a perpetual smile. Yet, are they not facing it as well? Why are we made to feel that it is a shame to have struggles? This world makes you believe that you're weak if you show your weakness in public.
Yet, I can't. I struggle and fail every single time.
One thing I do know, there's no shame in asking for help, in getting professionals to listen and guide you when you're faced with setbacks.
We all need a shoulder to cry on, someone to hold our hand, to pat our back and say - Don't worry, things have to fall apart to make way for new and better things.
JC - please don't ever give up on me and so many of us battling to suppress the oppression that is constricting our very being. The Ninth Station is my constant reminder right now as I hold onto your cross for dear life and find comfort there. I wish he'd held onto the Wood as tightly as I do.
RIP Arnold Serrao. You are much loved - in life and in death. Will cherish my conversations with you and hope your family finds peace, courage and comfort in this sorrowful time.
