6 Feet Under

You know how when you are drunk, or just emotionally charged by something that sparks a fire in you, and things settled deep within start to surface. And you talk, and share, and that forms a bond that’s based solely on finding each one’s way to the other’s deep rooted subconscious.

But what happens when somebody you know does not have that ‘next level’. You can write it off as saying it was you who couldn’t find it, and that your relationship wasn’t that deep,and so on. But does everybody really have that veiled compartment in their minds only few are allowed to enter? What if for some, surface is where the pearls are. Does depth mean maturity, or damage, or pretense? Isn’t it better to have led a life wherein every emotion you feel is right on the fence for you and every body else to feel? Isn’t a life of black and white amazing to have?

Shouldn’t that be the world we should all strive to create? And isn’t that the process of eventually looking within yourself?

But what if you just feel too much? What if you went through a lot that you couldn’t control? What if life wasn’t fair? What if!

The question then arises: How do you develop a relationship with somebody when the depths of your emotions are uneven? Does this emotional disparity come in the way of forming a meaningful relationship? What happens when the insides of your brain are making you cry at the plight of somebody else in a far distant land , and you know you can never fully share it with your friend/ partner?

I don’t know. I guess one can only know what they have experienced, where they have been. And if we had a choice, wouldn’t we all trade our layers for simpler lives?