Life is a beautiful intrinsic experience, acquisition of knowledge affects everyone differently, it can shape you into a dahlia; dignity and elegance,strength through community and optimism or it can make you a Lenten rose ; secrecy, cynicism and strength through isolation
The corrupted Lenten rose, cynical self hating and lonely creature sees the world and states, I know you're broken and I'm not going to pretend you aren't .
Many of us are akin to a corrupted Lenten rose, unfortunately we aren't actually plants, the human condition isn't made to live with isolation it thrives only with companionship; the lack thereof creates a void, fuelling it with the cynicism makes yourself into a monster addicted to noise and unable to find the quiet .
Self hate,madness and observance; you know you hate yourself. That self hate fuels only more self hate for being pathetic, it's madness and the observer watches it all happen, it observes; when you reach to find the true silence, the quiet. the observer, the true Lenten rose is a hope , she's logical she doesn't say your cynicism is wrong she corrects you for when you are illogical she doesn't fill the void she lights it up, that darkness is just the absence of light she sais so she whispers, find your luminance
The observer doesn't close the space inside of the void, it simply lights up the outer circle.
The pain, darkness and isolation still exists but it isn't the all consuming force, that light you hold its fire, flammable ; the sum of the forces puts the true Lenten rose on top .
The true Lenten rose:
"The world is broken, yes, but you aren't the garbage"
"Yes you are alone right now, but you aren't unlovable"
Let her be your guide; the silence may be deafening but the quiet is harmonising.