I told my psychologist once that I hated being sensitive. He told me that there are two kinds of people in this world, dandelions and orchids; in other words non sensitive people and sensitive people. If you plant a dandelion on the side of a foot path it will get kicked around and knocked but it will still grow to its fullest. If you plant an orchid on the side of a foot path it will hardly grow at all. However, if you were to put a dandelion and an orchid in a greenhouse, the outcome would be quite the same for the dandelion. It would grow to it’s fullest form just as it would on the foot path, but the orchid would grow bigger and far more beautiful than any other. The connection is that an orchid, however fragile and sensitive it is, if put in its suited environment, will flourish and grow to be more magnificent than any other.
For a while after hearing this it made me feel proud to be a sensitive person. But what that metaphor does not explain, is how much God damn harder it is to be a fucking orchid.
I can fight it as much as I like, but the truth is undeniable. I’m simply too fragile for this world.
I’ve put pain on me for the pain I put on you. It won’t compare, but I’ll have scars to always remember.
I can’t take care of you until I learn to take care of myself. That’s the sad truth. We’re both searching for someone to fix us, but we need to understand that you’re the only one who can help yourself. As long as we have each other, we will never learn that, so lets go our separate ways. Learn to love ourselves before we give all our love to another, and leave none for our own heart.