Faceless , Nameless People !

                                                                        I had the strangest of experiences recently , and it has taken quite a while for me to consider even trying to write it down , and even more importantly , try to make sense of it all . Even now , as I try and explain to you the actual core of this subject , putting the words to what happened I am finding to be extraordinarily difficult . You see it's not every day you get to experience  an episode like the one that I did .
                                                                       People will always complain about how their lives are going sometimes in a direction that wasn't designed by them . They will bitch about this and bitch about that , never really appreciating what is looking at them square in the face . And that's okay , we are all allowed to bitch once in a while , but when we make bitching a reason to get us through the day , and can never seem to give it a rest , that bitching can be hiding some very dark underlying problems .
                                                                      With all of that said , the majority of people have this great quality in being able to cope with all sorts of complications and unfortunate events in their lives . They can deal with loss , the break up of a marriage , falling into financial difficulties etc. etc . But unfortunately there are this very very small minority of people , who just aren't able to cope . Everything no matter how small that goes against them , can and does polarize without too much encouragement . God love them , they at times have absolutely no direction . They merely exist . They from the moment they wake to the minute they drop off to sleep are fighting a continuous battle just to make it through the day . I thought I would never be able to say this , but these poor souls are to be treasured and fought for as if our own lives depended on it , and to be quite honest , sometimes they do .
                                                                      Its hard to understand why somebody might want to just say I have had enough , without even a thought of consideration to the one's who are left behind . Its harder to explain to a child who may never get the chance to know fully who one of their parents really were . They wonder I am sure as they get older , if only I could have had some sort of conversation with mummy/daddy , maybe I could have helped them in some way . Maybe by me knowing they were in pain , I could have eased that obvious burden they were carrying , that everyone knew nothing about . Until it was too late . Couldn't he/she just have told me there was a problem , I could have helped her/him .
                                                                     This is the subject I spoke of in the first paragraph , and now you can understand the difficulty I had in sharing this piece . When you wake to something so tragic in its meaning , it can be terribly hard to just erase it from your memory . When you don't even have faces or names to put to your experience , it makes it even more confusing . You ask , what was that all abut ? Where did all of that come from ? You know you weren't even thinking in that vein previously , so why now ?
                                                                     In the end there really is no answer . Only the realization that what you experienced was fictional , your subconscious playing tricks again . But for some unfortunate people , it is anything but !