The Right To Be Wrong

Lately I have been swamped. Working, studying and trying to have a social life. All that mini madness had me in a slump. I felt agitated, irritated and all other words one can use to describe an unpleasant situation. I found myself in the same position I was three months ago, and I hated it.

I’m not one to complain. But I’m also not the best at hiding my emotions. And why should I. Surely I should be able to scream and shout whenever it pleases me, as long as no one else is getting hurt. I then realized the practice of expressing ones emotions has been reserved for the “mentally unstable”. Almost as if there is an acceptable definition of normal. We were and continue to be taught how to effectively muffle our emotions, in hopes that ignoring them will make them go away. A magic solution that has helped none, but doomed many.

I listened quietly as someone I loved told me to stop being so dramatic, and learn to hold it all in. I remember standing there wondering if I was the only person in the world that was so emotionally charged. I felt weak, stupid and afraid. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t know what to do.

As I walked away, I listen to Joss Stone “I’m made of flesh, right to the bone. I’m not made of stone.” And she was right. We are not made to be rigid and emotionless. All religions describe man as a creature of love. And with love, comes sadness, anger, hurt and all sorts of other things that make us seem weak and fragile. However it’s these emotions that bring about courage, strength and determination. Emotions are merely the motions of the soul, as it moves from one state to another.

So be emotional if you have to be. Life is for living after all.