Devotees of suffering
Have you ever wondered where some people’s actions come from, yes, of course their own experiences, but what makes them so strong, what beliefs they develop to even invent phrases such as: don’t laugh, later you will cry. What kind of conviction is that, can’t you be happy?
“Each person get whom they deserve”, it seems a somewhat guilty phrase that excuses the malicious act of the rest or who them is with, except for people with pathologies or who camouflage a distorted personality.
Even so, what kind of reason can there be for feeding because of a person who chooses about himself, things and / or people who do not do well. In spite of knowing it, in spite of the fact that life shows them, that their actions show it, their words express it and their choices are never these people and there they are choosing them and choosing them. Is society, the guilt taught, the desire of the storm, of drama, of suffering, because without that, there is no bliss? They say, because to love is to suffer, what a creepy lie, it is scary like that idea, almost belief is so scattered and rooted. One thing can be the pain involved in the loss of a loved one and another to choose a person that makes you suffer and at the same time you to her to make a life, because love is like that. Is it crazy, is it insane or is the behavior adopted, for the current or past lack of love?
In any case, nothing justifies that, and yet there are different theories to try to explain it. What a vague and concise explanation is going to be to understand it. What others will know, everyone is wrong, our feelings will triumph so we kill each other, what they know about feelings, what they know about love, what they know about my life without such a person, what they know about me.
Well, yes, nobody knows that, just don’t fool yourself as an addict who chooses a momentary placebo to escape his reality for an instant, and feel bad the next. If you already know what it is to suffer, that does not define that you choose or should suffer forever. Something inside of you knows it, moves, intuits it, but you cover it up and drown it, you are hurt by a created fantasy, which at the same time is an illusion that has created your own mind to feel good, to think and know how many sometimes you choose to be miserable, choosing again and again what hurts you, because you have become a devotee to be hurt and humiliated, a devotee of suffering.
