What is there to be said about human emotions, that havent already been said?

I am struggling right with my own emotions. This is where I come to give my feelings a microphone, to let them be heard. But anything that i have to say has already been expressed countless times, and maybe been felt by everybody living on this planet. So that gives me the conclusion that my feelings are not unique, and any way that i figure to express them has already been done before. Most likely in a much more beautiful and delicate way.

So am I then writing about my feelings for the sake of others or for the sake of myself? If it would be for the sake of myself then i would have no need to post this. So still there is something in me that wants to connect with another human through these emotions that im feeling, pretty or not, even though there is so many texts about these same things. I feel that another one wont hurt. More openness and sharing with other people in this world we are living in is a good thing.

Perhaps it does not matter that there is more qualitative texts about this out there. I guess a person that is feeling these sort of things might usually be shut inside within themselfs, not open to exploring and finding other people feeling similiar to them. Which might happen to be famous writers and who have expressed their feelings through beautiful texts.

So maybe, hopefully, my modest text on this tiny little corner of the internet, can find somebody who needs to hear that somebody is feelings just like them. That is atleast why im writing this:

I have experienced what it feels to be abandoned. The question is still unclear if i am the one who has been abadoned or if i have abandoned myself through my actions in this world. Anyway, the ground that i was standing on has been pulled from underneath me, and i went plummeling down into an old familiar hole. I get an overwhelming feeling that; I am back where i started. The walls are just as damp and cold as i remember them to be.

How i ended up here is in some parts very clear and in others a blur and spinning mess of feelings and thoughts. What am I to do now? Where does life go after this? I had built my world around what seemed to be a stable point. I knew where i was. Most of all i felt like i had control. Which, looking back on it, is so foolish. There is no control anywhere at any time to be found, to have control in this world means that we must know something about the world outside us. Truly KNOW it. How can we ever know anything outside of ourselfs?

I think the idea that we can know anything about how the world around us works, gives us alot of unnessecary pain and suffering. We predict how people will act according to how we have interpret their actions and words. But in reality we have no idea what people are thinking, or what kind of feelings they are carrying inside.

But the need we have for control in the world makes it so we feel the need to DEFINE people. They are so and so and will act like this. We are all changing, all the time pushing and pulling the things around us. I think we would benefit from letting go of the need for control. To try to be; not knowing.

But then again that is easier said than done. I obviously did a bad job of it because now im here, hurting over somebody who left me. In the future i will try to remind myself to not hold everything so tight, to release more than i aquire.

All the best,

Pontus