It's like that...
You're flailing, the threat of impending death by drowning looms over your head like a firm hand pushing you under the surface. You scream for help but how exactly do you want this help? Would you prefer a life buoy, a rope thrown your way or an actual person diving in to drag you out? Does it even matter?
In everyday life, sometimes we flail under similar threats. And when we do, we cry out for help but can't be sure as to how we can be saved. We just want the horrible nightmare to be over. We just want to be able to sleep again. We simply want to be at peace...
Talking to people helps but at the end of the day, after the massive weight has been lifted from our heaving chests, it boils down to what we decide to do with our lives. Every moment spent doing nothing takes as big a toll as working hard towards fixing a big screw up. The latter has a better chance of moving us closer to happiness. Yet some of us still choose to sit still and watch as the world rolls by.
I too flail and I too cry for help, wishing to wake up from the terror but the big question is "what happens next?"
Would I feel better if I sealed myself in an impenetrable bubble, ensuring that only I hear my thoughts while everyone else around me sees me smile and hears me laugh? Would it be better if I went about my own ways, dealing with problems the way I see fit without having to ask for second opinions or any sort of support?
There are just some things that we have to do on our own... but it is still a good feeling knowing that while you walk the path of fire, there are those who believe in you and are willing to jump in when you're at the point of colapse. Someday, maybe even very soon... I will find the strength and voice to speak the truth.
In everyday life, sometimes we flail under similar threats. And when we do, we cry out for help but can't be sure as to how we can be saved. We just want the horrible nightmare to be over. We just want to be able to sleep again. We simply want to be at peace...
Talking to people helps but at the end of the day, after the massive weight has been lifted from our heaving chests, it boils down to what we decide to do with our lives. Every moment spent doing nothing takes as big a toll as working hard towards fixing a big screw up. The latter has a better chance of moving us closer to happiness. Yet some of us still choose to sit still and watch as the world rolls by.
I too flail and I too cry for help, wishing to wake up from the terror but the big question is "what happens next?"
Would I feel better if I sealed myself in an impenetrable bubble, ensuring that only I hear my thoughts while everyone else around me sees me smile and hears me laugh? Would it be better if I went about my own ways, dealing with problems the way I see fit without having to ask for second opinions or any sort of support?
There are just some things that we have to do on our own... but it is still a good feeling knowing that while you walk the path of fire, there are those who believe in you and are willing to jump in when you're at the point of colapse. Someday, maybe even very soon... I will find the strength and voice to speak the truth.