I believe most people want to hear “happy.” They prefer to hear upbeat, optimistic, “everything works out in the end,” stories; wrapped up in pretty words, tied neatly with a big bow of hope.
Not a lot of people (including me) have the patience or the inclination to listen to another person’s “hard” truth. We prefer not to hear the pangs of doubt or despair in someone’s story, because it’s… well, it’s fucking uncomfortable and it makes us squirm. It reminds us that we too are human and could, at any minute, fall prey to misfortune, doubt, illness, or even death. God knows, we humans do not like to be reminded of our fragility.
Why would we not want to be reminded that life is short and precious and incredibly fragile and that shit does happen! It happens all the time! Why not acknowledge (through another person’s “hard” truth) that we’re pretty fucking lucky not to be in their shoes! Why not be reminded that bad things happen (to good people) every minute of every day and sometimes everything does not turn out for the best.
I truly believe that’s when we can really get down to the business of fully living and appreciating our own lives and be awed by the wonderment!
Listen to the stories. Hear the sadness. Feel the pain. See the hurt. Don’t try to fix it or make it better or justify it. It is what it is. It is someone’s truth, their story… for at least that moment.
And when you really look and listen and allow their truth to permeate your heart, you begin to feel so much better about you and your truth; your story. …and that’s ok.