Underneath a Blank Countenance Exists... Something?

"We're all walking around with glossy eyes. 'I'm just tired,' we say. Yes, we are tired, but it's not all from lack of sleep. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look forward to; tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing. We're tired of this void, this emptiness that looms over us even though our days are packed. We're tired of this loneliness that presses down on us even though we're surrounded by dozens of people. So why can't we just say it? Humans are so afraid to look in each others' eyes and say, 'I'm unhappy, I am broken, I am hopeless and fallible.' We've been conditioned to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disease, as if these feelings are contagious, as if ambivalence is something not to be felt but to be feared. We are humans. We are meant to feel. To feel everything and to feel it all openly. We are not metal–– we are flesh and bone. We are intricate and beautiful and we should never hide our human attributes, because if we do, then what's left to show?"

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