As a writer, I've come to develop a community of lonely and complicated people in my stories. Possibly a mirror image of the people I connect with in my own life. It makes me think of my tag line when advertising my blog site, "Come connect with me!" How often do we connect with the people in our own lives? What are our relationships really built on ...trust, loyalty, jealousy or deceit? What affect have we truly made on each other, are we held up to a different standard than the next person. Am I valued for being a better person, due to my religious beliefs, or political views? Or, better yet...have I befriended a person solely based on their values or point of view?
In the past few weeks or so, I've come to ask myself these personal questions. I say personal, because their's a chance you may not like the answer to some of the questions provided. Honestly, it made me think differently. I realized how empty or lonely one can become, without personal enjoyment, life goals... guilty pleasures or challenges. Life becomes dull and uninspiring. Fortunately, for a writer even one's empty life may inspire the uninspired writer, in need of its perfect subject to dissect. Yes, it's true. I often find myself inspired by certain individuals and their unwillingness to connect, the loners and the complicated, who live miserable lives. Who go on to impact the world with their misery and complexities. Recently, I found myself forced to connect with these people and it awakened an unusual tide of questions, more than the normal, agonizing with every thought! "Why are you so angry?"...Why are you settling?" Why aren't you happy?" ....the list goes on and on.
I find happiness in the smallest things. Welch's Real Fruit brings a smile to my face. The sun fighting the rain, brings joy to a weird day! I’ll be the first to admit, bliss is not always a friend of mine. However, the difference is I fight for it, instead of engulfing myself in despair.
Yet, miserable people with their miserable lives find it difficult to fall into a positive abyss. Impacting us all, within our families, and careers, schools or past times we run into these specific individuals. The characters' writer's like myself birth, mold and create only to subject them to awful and horrific experiences. They too, reside in this world inhaling and exhaling unpleasantries all while suffocating the rest of us with their unfortunate behavior and lack of consideration for the people they come to know.
The question is how should we handle it? Should we choke on the bitterness that life sometimes reveals or forge ahead accepting that the Lonely, Complicated and Miserable will simply exist?