I was thinking about tragedy. I realize that it strikes everyone at some point in life. But what allows one to continue life after tragedy? I seem to have many friends with intriguing stories of tragedy that occured in their lives. Parents divorced. Friends run over by a drunk man and killed/injured. These are just a couple of innumerable stories I hear my friends share. I don’t know how they are dealing with it now. I don’t know how they dealt with it right after it occurred. I do know that, at least for them, life seemed to stop and change.
I’m still trying to recall how this topic came into my mind, as I’ve spoken of neither of those issues specifically with either of the two people of whom I am thinking recently. The stories still remain in my mind, but it is only a part of it. There is such a tremendous amount of the reality of the respective situations that I am simply not experiencing and will never experience. As one might say to me, “How could I ever begin to relate to any grief they are experiencing?”
I suppose I could try to answer that hypothetical question. The first thought that comes to my mind is whether or not I have been through the experience. My parents have never divorced, and I haven’t had any close or even somewhat distant friends die suddenly, whether from a car accident or otherwise. So I already cannot relate in this way. To be real honest, there has not been a sudden tragedy in my life that is of any caliber close to the two situations I have highlighted. In fact, any of my problems seem quite petty in relation to these horrible experiences.
Is it possible, though, to blow up a small problem into a larger one, and then deem it so unbearable as to bring one’s lifestyle to a halt? It would seem that this is possible. Our capacity for emotion often overrides our mental capacity. We might feel without knowing what it is we feel, or how to describe the feeling in words. I am amazed when people can articulate their feelings in a blunt, yet descriptive way as to truly convey what they are feeling. Giving language to emotions can be difficult. I myself have had random spurts of simply crying; never for too long, but long enough to note. I could not explain any purpose of the crying spurts, and I could count the number of times I have ‘experienced’ these with one hand.
Nonetheless, what then can be a relief to any of this? When life overwhelms, what gets you through? I am more or less asking than answering. How, really, do people do it? I am beginning to think of common answers and I wonder-does everyone suffer in the same way? It’s an interesting question, to be sure. I have a feeling that some people choose to ignore the negative feelings; bottle them up somewhere, somehow. I think we subconsciously pretend that there is nothing wrong with us, when in reality, there is quite a bit.
Does that mean we go on an emotional roller coaster? Not necessarily, but I think it could deem it time to recognize and deal with our problems. I am hoping that I can help others with that process. When I think about the more specific details of the previously stated two incidents, I think that there is even more layered into one’s mind and soul that goes unsaid, unspoken for a time-perhaps forever. I hope that we can talk about these issues, and I hope that people realize that there is always someone to whom you can talk. That is God.