It’s a well

I used to really worry that the most universal human experience was suffering. Loneliness and isolation feel like a static state. I worried a lot about these things. 

But now I don’t worry so much. I’ve stopped wondering. Obviously, of course, it’s true. But suffering is a well that will quench many thirsts, if you allow it. Its entirety is more than loneliness. Theres something there that we don’t yet have words for. And just because I can’t describe it doesn’t mean it should be limited to what others have said it is. It’s not that. 

It’s something else. It’s a well. And it will quench a thousand thirsts. There’s a pang in my chest like an omen, but I’ve learned to let that pass.

It’s a well, and it’s deeper than I could ever know.