loopy

How effortlessly have we conditioned our minds to believe that in order to understand the intensity of someone else’s woe, we must fulfill this unsaid requirement of feeling it too. A sufferer’s adequacy of understanding another’s struggle is met by how efficiently they are able to find spots of relation in their struggles; that the only way to comprehend the unfathomable frailty of humankind, we need to inadvertently walk through it.
But all said and done, we’re all truly suffering in a loop with tiny fleeting moments that we spend reeling in this world here and there, looking for happiness but that is if we’re lucky.
The loop circles and life goes on.
So how do we really put an end to this suffrage that just doesn’t seem to end? However did we reach this far without having answers and solutions to these impossible questions? This pain that swells like the river mouth and take us away. Do we have people to thank for it or just ourselves? And how is this pain invariably derived from people and not feelings? Why is this pain invariably derived from people and not feelings? Are people feelings or are they something that make us feel?