Understanding

When you feel bad, it is natural to look to friends or relatives for emotional support and help. We tend to beleive that they will understand our problems and inner struggles, but if you think about it, do they really?

For instance: person A likes the color blue. Person B despises blue, and likes orange instead. If these different colors bring pleasing reactions to the two people, then how do we know that they both see them the same way? What if person A's blue is the person B's orange? That would explain differing perspectives.

It makes an Andy Warhol look like many different human perspectives on the same object, perhaps this is right.

So when we tell a person our problems, and they understand and view the world so much differently than us, how do we know that they will understand us? We don't. Perhaps they don't identify with our pain as we do.

Maybe we're doomed to solitude in the face of our fears, our griefs.

How small we are in this enormous world.