Romantic Suffering: Why Some Never Make It

Are we blinded by our own personal romance?

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Note to Reader: you may be so entrenched in your romance of self, your own suffering which the world says that you must endure, that you’re stuck in purgatory. Destined — by your own doing, I might add — to continuously cycle between existential crisis and just enough hope to stay alive.

Danger, Reader.

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I’ve written about this idea before:

There’s a transitory space which we all have to endure to move from boy to man, child to adult, immature to mature.

As I’ve continued to survive the unstoppable rotations of the blue marble, I’ve started to see something that’s really very humbling.

I’ve gotten stuck between the chapters.

I’ve put empty pages full of indecipherable scribbles between the chapter of boy and man.

I’ve romanticized my suffering. Become addicted to my swaying emotions between uncertainty and hope. Lived off the scraps of doing just enough to keep my eyes open, but not enough to bring me the horizon.

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Here’s the gist:

We’ve gotten in the habit of taking ‘suffering’ at face value. We’ve let our feeling of…