people/sad people

I see the people playing like they did when they were kids. I see the people mingling together trying out new lines with new people. I see the excitement they feel inside when they meet that someone new. Their dreams soar with optimistic points of view with endless possibilities. The rides to the airport, the symbolic gestures, the open displays of affection unacceptable in some cultures, and the little giggles that always accompany the fanaticism of meeting someone new serve to show our eternal optimistic nature that somehow becomes clouded in the eventual let down that humans always bring to the table showing just how truely clueless they really are. Everyone wants the dream and nobody is willing to human-up and fight for it. It is always easier to simply leave behind the human in you and replace that with the same emptiness you possess as a result of choices you have made. This is why there are many drugs available so weak minded individuals can make excuses for their limits and confusions. Just give up and be weak, everyone else does. There is no room in reality for anything but manufactured thoughts layed down many years before. There is safety there. There is safety in acting. There just ain't no truth in it. People are scared of the truth and they are scared of being alone and they will say or do anything to avoid that lonliness. These are the desperates who will never find resolution except in the achievement of old age accompanied by bitterness and anxieties. This is how they lived in the old days. We have enough sadness in the world and desperation seems to create sadness. Too bad people are unable to see that. Too bad people will never know what they seek because what they seek cannot be acquired by mere words.
I knew a woman years ago who fell for a man. We were friends and we got along like, well, you know. Anyway, she met this strapping young lad who said the right things to her sexless body. I told her what he wanted and she was not hearing it. She was in love with this man. Inside the first year of their bliss the man threw her down a flight of stairs. She covered and saved face but I could see her inside. The lonliness and desperation she felt disturbed me. She was trapped and would rather save face than leave the man she loved. A desperate act to be sure. In reality, she always had bad self esteem and she would never listen to the things I told her because she did not know how to handle the truth. The truth was she was special but she needed more than she thought she needed. It was more important for her to live the lie, live the image, than it was to be truely happy. And hey, love makes liars out of everyone.