"For there is no rose without their thorns"
Sometimes we are wounded not by people who we hate, but by people who we cherish.
Once you get injured physically, you treat it with medications. Over time, it gets healed with a low probability of getting scars. But not all wounds materialize on your body.
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People say that "time heals wounds." But that's just not always the case. In some instances, they never truly heal. No matter how much you delude yourself into thinking that everything will be mended at the end, there will always be a thorn embedded in your heart. It cripples and torments you without wasting a single second of your life. Until you find yourself being shattered into fragments, void of all meaning of what you once were.
We can endure any physical pain and endure it till the end. But not the pain caused by the very people we cared for, people we shared countless memories with, and people we gave our all. All we ever wanted was to hear their words of affirmation, our feelings being understood, or them just being there for us. But all they gave us are judgemental mindsets and invalidation. We exhausted everything we had for their sake, just for it all to be disregarded in the end. It makes us feel like abandoned puppies in the middle of the pouring rain, praying for someone to take us in. For someone to share our pain within.
Maybe that's why some people are more tender and caring and capable of feeling empathy, for they too have "scars" that they could never show to others or heal from. People who would listen to your rants or nonsense, unconditionally.
We may never heal from our scars, but what we can do is help pluck out the thorns - one by one - from those who are undergoing the same pain just as we once have. So that they may have "meaning" to hold on to.
