Life here is, perhaps too comfortable. But just like in psychology, where there are general assumptions to be made, and there are also differences among individuals.
Depth too; the fishes that live in the deeper reaches of the sea develop skills and evolve to deal with the conditions they are in. But too the fishes living in the shallows, face different challenges even if they are closer to the sun. Perhaps depth comes not just from circumstances, but also from learning to recognize and acknowledge the differences in those circumstances. 'The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen' - The Little Prince.
Some of us are born with physical defects, although not deformities. After having to go through so many surgeries, the fear of going under the knife is either enhanced, or recedes. How we look at life too, how we become so conscious of risk, also varies after such incidents.
Our temperament and our characters, too, varies. Our reaction to people around us, varies. How difficult it is, to find the lover who loves, who loves back, and who relates.
Some of us find solace in the silence, and roll our thoughts of love and loss in our minds. Perhaps it's akin to those who take a year off to some temple where they have to remain silent for years and years. Some of us seek the wide beyond, and don't ever relate to why others are silent. The silent one is weighed down, ever weighed down. He has ever hoped, that the other can not just feel for a moment, and also say, "I feel your weight as I feel you"; but don't say the next lines, stop feeling weighed down or why things don't change. The unseen has to be felt and perhaps he can finally leave the silence. Perhaps because he is not just silent, but blinded.
But perhaps in love just like in war, the returning soldiers don't talk about their experiences. Some do recover, eventually.
Here there may be physical comfort, but no comfort for emotions. The heart and mind are terrible masters.
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