Six Degrees of Separation
Most people have heard of the “six degrees of separation” theory — the idea that everyone in the world is separated from everyone else by six links. I do believe in this to some extent, but I believe it goes deeper than linking people. I think of it more as the emotional six degrees of separation. You may think that you’re sort of locked away in your little part of the world, but the truth is you are not. Everyone is connected in some way or another.
You’ve read the books,
You’ve watched the shows,
What’s the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won’t go
This song that I am featuring by The Script: Six degrees of separation speaks to me in so many ways. It is a lot like the steps of grief…never ending.
You hit the drink, you take a toll
Watch the past go up in smoke.
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
I’m better now than ever, and your life’s okay
Well it’s not. No
You’re doing all these things out of desperation,
You’re going through six degrees of separation.
I see this as different phases you go through in a real separation. Separation by marriage, relationship, emotional, mental, physical, and this is the journey from the starting point of the separation and the degrees that it will take you to. Six degrees of separation is normally a chain, or a circle, always bringing you back to a person – maybe you hear about them from friends or acquaintance’s, maybe you run into them in the chain, somehow you’re still bound and unable to completely unattach yourself. Nothing seems to be working, and you seriously are desperate for something, ANYTHING, to work – fix you, the other person, the relationship or your heart. Six degrees of separation…You’ve started in the degrees of the separation. You wanted it to be easy and simple. You did take time to try to research how to gain them back or stop the heart from breaking. It all comes back around again. It’s all connected in the end. It’s the chain that keeps coming back around.
This chain is impossible to escape for a parent whose child was stillborn. This is why I hate the holidays. I spent Thanksgiving crying imagining what my almost 2 year old daughter should be doing. That is what every holiday is for me…one more reminder of how she is not here.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little.