If life, hurt is inevitable.
We will always accidentally, or purposefully, set ourselves up for it.
And often, there is no culprit–no one at fault, as much as we want there to be. Hell, sometimes there isn’t even a legitimate cause.
(Of course I want there to be an evil-doer, sometimes I get under the impression if I take care of a source of pain, the pain itself will disappear. But then again, life doesn’t work that day, does it?)
The fault is not his, and more importantly, nor ours.
And no matter how much we think we learned form life, the reality is that emotions-especially ones regarding dating-are not exactly solvable. Experience will not help, because this process of opening up and accepting vulnerability will be just as scary each time. Getting hurt sucks just as badly our first time as our last. So don’t even try to master this “game” of which people speak. We might smooth out our first few steps, and become more perceptive of telltale signals. But once we get past all that romantic fluff, and when we face that raw crucial moment–of truly caring and allowing ourselves to become vulnerable, we are all clueless amateurs.
For me, I realized that all I can do is to be like the little guys in video games.
Take the pain, pray for grace, get up, keep walking. We learn and hopefully we change our strategy, but the most important thing is that we continue. Because the game will continue, hurt will continue, but we cannot stop.
Hurt sucks, but it will happen again and again. But in the video games the little guy knows it has to keep playing, keep trying to jump though the most dangerous of obstacles because the other choice of stopping, of avoiding every difficult level, would be fatal.
And most importantly: Never let the fear that follows prevent you from making decisions you would normally make. Never, EVER let pain define your character. Doing so means you allowed it to permanently scar your identity.
Take pain for what it is, understand that it will happen again (whether its because you messed up or life just sucks), let it run though your body, let it out.
And when a new day comes: get up, smile, and keep on truckin’.