Hurt People, Hurt People

…at least that’s what everyone says, right? That somehow having your heart broken is a free pass to be a ginormous asshole? Guess what? It’s NOT. It’s a cop out and a blanket excuse to justify shit behavior.

In theory, I get it. Going through really painful and traumatic experiences in life will alter you in ways you wouldn’t believe. Life can hurt like a bitch. There is no disputing that. BUT! When you get your heart ripped out, and are ass over elbow in your own misery, you have a choice.

Hear me: You. have. A. choice.

You don’t have to be a dick. You can, but why? You can choose to be kind. You can choose the high road. You can look for the cracks in someone else’s heart and decide to love them instead of tearing them apart.

Hurt people do not have to hurt people.

Hurt people can help other hurt people, heal.

When you’ve circled the drain of loss and depression, you learn how to easily spot your fellow drain dwellers. Life is full of heartache and not one person is immune to bad shit happening. It will come over a stretch of time, or it will sucker punch you on a random Sunday night, all at once. We don’t get to choose the hand we are dealt, and sometimes it really fucking sucks. People die. People leave. People get sick. Life is hard and can hurt like hell. BUT.

HURT PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE TO HURT PEOPLE

When life gives you every reason to shut down and turn cold, please don’t. When you have every reason to be an asshole, please don’t. When someone tries to love you, let them. Being gentle and kind in a world that has proven itself to be anything but, is your superpower. Use it.

Until next time,

~A