"some people"

Here is the thing about some people:

They are losing their grip on the reality that they have constructed for themselves. They are living their lives based on the facades that they've created; the punch-drunk personas that they've built for themselves. The labels that they have willingly, forcefully given themselves. They are making excuses.

This reality is slipping past them, spiralling around them just out of reach. Their fingertips graze what they've made themselves become, what they've told themselves is fun and acceptable, but it's falling away too fast. It is leading them down paths that they best not go; it is offering a lifestyle that will not make them better people.

At the end of the spiral, they will not know where they are. Who they are. And since they are the only ones that have the closest idea of who they really are, once that's gone -- it's all gone. We will not be able to put the pieces of their puzzle back together again, because we don't have the cover for reference. For all we know, the cover is something completely different: some obscure picture that we've been trying for years to understand, and now the only thing we understand is that it's not accurate. The pieces won't ever make that picture; they aren't supposed to.

And we will wish that these people would become accountable for their actions. That they would live the lives that manifest all of the wonderful things that they could be if they dropped the facade, if they stopped making excuses for their behaviour, if they let us in -- for real, this time. We wish nothing but the best. Nothing but happiness.

But sometimes, with some people, it's hard to see how that will all work out.