Blogmas 2020 Day Sixteen: Frosty

Do you ever feel haunted by people? And, I don't mean dead. I mean functioning, alive people. 
I've often remarked that we put our love out to the world very hopefully on our good days. And, by chance, someone gets a whiff of it, and they like what they're caught in the middle of, something extraordinary happens. People fall in love, everyday. Unfailingly. Some of them, even irrevocably. 

It's not often a cakewalk to run into exactly what you seek. It's actually a snowball's chance. Yet, a lot of us do. And, when I witness something of the sort, I only wish they both know how fortunate they are. Because, most of us, plainly put, aren't. Being unlucky in love, and just having a luck that wouldn't even let you have the chance to pick yourself up, when you fall, are two drastically varied things. My heart breaks for the latter, because we don't know the struggles a lot of us are having to go through.

Some people are vacuums. Regardless of how many times you pull the plug, time and time again, the battery kicks in, welding the loop where it was broken, and restarting the agony all over again.
There are things about our own behaviour that are taught to us for a veritably major chunk of our lives. Sadly enough, no one teaches us a thing about others'. It's a bit numbing to spot somebody's suffering, only because one, we're not looking for it, and two, it's well hidden. People going through phases of undeserved toxicity feel too deeply. Mostly, it's masked well enough in a cloak of flippancy, and easy laughter. I believe they're also attempting to forget just how haunted they feel all the time.

None of us can manage to be kind to everyone, and everything, even on our best days.
But, we can be observant, even on our worst days. So, be. Someone might need your help. Because you might not be what they seek, or the other way around. But, we're all seeking help for something unresolved in us. So, extend that hand out; you'll either end up helping someone, or getting some help.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Furkan Söyler

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.