It Gets Better

I don't really enjoy spending time with people. Most of them are fake, but what I do love is observing them. I like to try to figure out what is going on with their day; if they are having a good day or a bad one. I like to get in their heads; what kind of people are they? What kind of thoughts do they have? It is a little hobby of mine but it comes with repercussions.
There is nothing worse than having to be mindful of the ugliness of life. Observing people means that sometimes I have to feel with them; whether their joys or their profound sadness. Their joys you don't feel as much but their sadness, oh man!
Sometimes I see people who have witnessed life's ugliness in all its entirety, and you just wish to lighten the load for them so bad, but you can't. Those kinds of people are the ones that teach me a lot. Some of them are overpowered by grief, rejection, heartbreak, suffering, and in extreme cases, death. How can we all walk on the same Earth, drink the same water, breathe the same air, and yet some get the worst out of life? It just doesn't make sense at all.
Of all suffering and ugliness of life, it is in our minds that we suffer the most. I meet people who have been dealt a very shitty hand by life and some of them are trying to rise above it while some are overwhelmed by it. The latter I am immensely sorry for, and the former I admire greatly. A hero in my book is someone who has experienced all of life's unfairness and still dares to be filled with hope and the resolve to try again.
It is better to be the tooth than the grass but we don't make the rules, do we? If you are reading this and you feel like life's luck and goodness has deserted you, I want you to know that if you keep trying, you will smile again, a genuine one. Everything ends eventually, even the suffering; but you have to be patient and actually put in the work.
Have the courage to love again, the hope to dream again, the faith to try again, and the reason to live again. It gets better with time, I promise you.