So I've always thought that people who blog or write journal, or even people who document their lives on social media are a little weird. Not necessarily looking down on anyone, but just thought it was strange behavior. Today I am one of those people, and I've realized the silver lining of my break up and why I used to think others were weird for simply sharing their life with other people. But first let's rewind to the beginning, so you can understand my story.
I'm a privileged guy who had it easy his whole life. My parents probably gave me too much love, and I pretty much always got what I wanted. The only thing I was never good at was getting into relationships with girls. I've been very close friends with girls throughout high-school, and I'm pretty sure some of those girls were interested in me. However I was never able to make a move on it. So I was never in a relationship until my last year at university. But first, let me explain to you something else about me.
When I said that I'm privileged and pretty much always got what I wanted, I meant it in two ways. Yes, my parents bought me materialistic things I wanted such as a new phone or a new computer. But also I'm a very determined person who will try over and over and commit my life to a single thing until I get it. Let's say I wanted to join a sports team, then I would train day and night leading up to the trials to make sure I get it. Let's say I wanted to learn how to make a mobile app, then I would spend day and night learning and building one. Both of those things ended up happening, and thats just a couple of things I did everything I can to get. So the second thing you know about me is that I will stop at nothing, and do whatever it takes to get what I want, and I usually succeed. Rarely have I felt the feel of failure or defeat.
Fast forward a few years, and I'm in my senior year of university, I'm the president of a few clubs, competed in physique competitions, had a shredded physique throughout the year, and was one of the top students in my class. Basically I had it all, except something I've wanted since I was a child - a relationship. Yes I've hooked up a few times with different girls, but never really had a relationship, or even felt what it was like to love someone, or truly be loved. A couple of weeks before my senior year, I matched with a girl on tinder during summer vacation at my hometown. Long story short, we met, dated, and ended up falling in love. There it was, now I finally have everything I wanted in life, and I was truly happy. The long distance was hard at time, but the trips back to my hometown were worth it.
A year later and I finished university and moved back into my hometown, where I decided to start my own business - something that I've wanted to do for a long time. It started well and my girlfriend had problems with her current job, so she became my first employee and we started expanding and growing. At this point we were both very passionate about the business and were very proud of it, and we also had a lot of flexible and free time to do things we enjoyed. A year later, the business started growing a lot, more than we can handle. I became obsessed and spent literally my whole day, every day of the week, working and I was so focused on making it succeed and get a plan sorted to do some investments so that I can secure our future. Remember how I said I always get what I want and will stop at nothing? Well this is what was happening and I was spending all my time and energy to make sure that we have a successful business and save up to do some investments.
My mentality was that we should work hard now and relax later while living off of our passive income from the business and other investments. My girlfriend has a completely different view, she grew sick of the lack of attention and affection I was giving her, and she didn't want to work hard now and waste her youth, even if its just for a few years. We started growing apart and she moved back to her hometown with her parents because she was homesick, but we decided to stay together and still work together. Hoping things would get better, but we ended up growing apart even more, and at this point she had enough of it. She had her own dreams to pursue, and she was unhappy in life. Last night she decided to end it with me, explaining that I was never observant of how hurt she was and how much she needed me but I wasn't there for her. And now she says she reached a point where it went from heartache to resentment, to being numb. It was a shock to me, and I tried everything I could to make her stay and promising things will change. Only this time she said that she's tired of hearing the same promises, and that she's past the point of no return.
I was devastated, broken to pieces. Never even imagined someone could be in this much pain. I wanted to get rid of it, anyway possible. It was still there. I searched online, asked some friends, but nothing helped. I never imagined someone could feel this much heartache. I've known friends and family who went through break-ups and divorces, colleagues who've asked for leaves or were not focused at work because of their personal problems. The sad part is I probably shrugged it all off, and never sympathized with them because I never felt the pain until now. Then I read an article about how writing and blogging can sometimes help with a break-up. Writing your feelings down even if no one reads them can help ease the pain and the overthinking. I've always thought that people who blog or write journal, or even people who document their lives on social media are a little weird. But now it seemed like a good idea, it seemed like the only way to let the pain and the feelings out. And that's when I realized it - I never had compassion for others. That's why I never sympathized with their losses and break-ups, and thats why I never understood why people felt inclined to write blogs or post so frequently on social media.
I don't expect many people to read this, and certainly don't expect many to reply. But being able to put everything down in words helps clarify the whole foggy situation, and sharing it online to someone, anyone, helps to let your pain out from being trapped in. It helps releasing all the pain and poison that is trapped inside. I've noticed that whenever I'm complaining to a friend about something, they always offer their advice, but no matter how good or bad their advice is, I never try to see reason in it. Now I realized that I complain not to get answers or solutions, but simply to let it all out.