This topic might be a bit melancholic. A little bit dreary but I believe that this is something that everyone experiences in their life.
When things are just going crazy around you, when nothing seems to make sense, when you start to doubt the reason for your existence, when you doubt the difference that your existence makes to people around you, ….trust me you are downright depressed. I have been in that space, that time continuum, that never ending (but actually finite period) plenty of times.
What do normal people do when faced with a situation like that? They stop being normal ...that’s what. What one needs at that point of time is for a person to whom they can reach out to, someone who can bring back sense to your life….basically a miracle worker. But since Jesus did his passing over about 2000 years ago (there is some argument as to the age that he died), we need to find someone else who can attempt to fit the bill.
My dad has a saying (I am not sure whether it is his original thought, but anyway I will always think it’s his). A true hero is not a person who does great deeds. If ten people are hanging on to a mountain ledge with a fall that means inevitable death, a true hero is one who can hang on one second , just one second longer than the others.
Reaching out to people is fine, but what happens is that it automatically creates a reverse commitment on your part to be the person to whom he reaches out to or the person for someone else. So what is required is the strength in us to be that person….that person who can do that miracle of solving other’s problems.
Many of my friends come to when they are faced with some issue… but they come to with issues that they believe can’t be dealt with by themselves or by others… I become the miracle worker. I come out with the appropriate solution( sounds like bragging but I think I deserve it…moreover if I don’t blow my trumpet, who the heck is going to do it for me). Coming back to the point, I became that person who does what he does because I am good at it… and I became good at that because I didn’t reach out.
When I had problems, I keep them to myself. Not because I don’t trust people around me with the issue but because I feel that I should be able to handle it… I should be able to handle anything. You may call it ego…I call it my way of life.
I have handled plenty of crap in my life. I have been denied plenty of things that I deserve in my life. Some due to my mistakes, some due to my incapacity, some due to fate…whatever be the reason, I have learned from all them. From each fall I have become stronger…I have become harder, tougher, and stronger. I am a survivor. I have become a person who you can reach out to… I also reach out to people from time to time…to people who I know are just as strong…just as tough.
Life keeps throwing us curveballs. Whether it is a strikeout or a homerun is purely depending on the batter…fate doesn’t come in…destiny doesn’t play a role…your incapacity don’t matter…at the end of it is the definition of a true hero.
2 comments:
I love your style of writing and the beautiful delivery. Your writing is very effective without even emphasizing your thoughts through bold or italic font.
The words scream out of their own... the real you signature...I truly wish i have your knack of writing or your style..
But.....
Does reaching out for a friend's shoulder at tough times is meekness? Being a victim or a survivor cannot be something where we have our say it is the circumstances that decides this factor. Every victim strives to survive not bothering about the end result. You can either emerge as a winner or a loser, but definitely wiser. It's just a defensive action and as simple as closing your eyes when someone tries to poke it.
People who are afraid to connect to someone fearing rejection or intimacy is what is hazardous - an escapism from reality. I personally feel that there is no fun in being ice hearted or rigid.
Your closing lines where you have said that you do reach out to people as strong as you while facing troubles is really comforting.. Being invincible is not humane..Being humane is something which we should feel proud about and not derogatory at all.
candid from my heart and as my fingers itched to type..here it is...a comment longer than the post itself :)
Hey.. u remind me of my Dads way of writing and i think u r a literature guy.
Coming to the post, the way we see things and match it to our perception is what exactly we understand. what if perception differs!! how well will be the understanding.. even for mere simple things..(Hope u don need an example)
Simply in my mind, the way of life depends on how we understand. There may be lessons, there may be few misses, there may be few unwanted things we still have with us, there may be things we actually forgot and we wish we shud forget.
Nevertheless, there is no full stop for thoughts n imagination.
Think how well it will be if whatever we wish happens so soon.
But will it help our stride to willfully overcome all the hurdles and taste success! (and if u try to define success i bet it keeps changing)
In my idea if by any chance i have made u think for a moment on the aforesaid lines, then may be u accept that u changed ur perception else u accept the fact that perception differs. But i am sure that u made me think and as a result this long comment.. Hope u won't mind
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