Several conversations held over the last week led me to this entry. Relationships, life, friends, work and life in general revolve around our evaluation of choices versus consequences yet we fail miserably at being honest with ourselves. Few know this horrible truth as well as I do but we sometimes cannot get past it. Why is it we can lay down our life for others but we do little to keep ourselves happy let alone make choices to make ourselves happy. It hit me when the call came and the voice on the other end was near complete and utter demise over a choice which to me was crystal clear. Without being the “I told you so” person I listened and allowed them to talk themselves into it. Very often we just need to “hear it come out of our own mouth” to truly grasp the reality of what lies ahead. Once the journey moved off the brink of oblivion to a “comfortable numbness of reality” the question I feared most was asked: “Why didn’t you tell me?” Five simple words that burn like fire and hit every nerve getting to my core. Being the usual friend I could lie and say something supportive to encourage them but I am neither the usual friend or able to give false hope when truth is needed. I took a breath, sat back and simply replied “how did we get here?” A long rant of a journey chosen began to build the wall which my friend ran into blindly. To many times we do things to save feelings, save face or emotions but why? Ok let’s start at the top: FEELINGS. Life is pain, life sucks ass at times and bad shit happens: GTFO it! We all deal with it. Simple question here: is it worth it to cry now over a failure than to wipe away years of regret? Sounds easy looking in but we cannot see that logic when feelings are involved. SAVING FACE is a joke in and of itself; who do you have to impress or seek acceptance from? Never forget the only one you answer to is the person in the mirror. For true friends need no impression or acceptance, they love us for all of our flaws. In this literary outline of an issue it is easy to draw concise conclusions devoid of all our self inflicted bundle of emotion. As I attempted to pass my limited knowledge on, even I grew sick of my “holyier than though” crap. In a single line I called myself out and relied on my true to the core value: can you live with it? Without allowing an answer I jumped into the reminder of how close the edge they were and how physically draining their situation had placed them in. We all have been there, will be there again and/or maybe even are there right now. A friends support, an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on sure makes it bearable though. So be that friend to offer or even ask for a friend to help. Stop running it only makes you tired, you know the answer: I support you!!!!
I was talking with a friend this weekend and the thought lite went off. We were both venting about our jobs and how nice the weekend is until Sunday when the dread of Monday sets in. WTF? From Eat Pray Love , “I built this life and was involved in it” but how has it became this drone existence. Every song on radio praises the weekend and despises the work week and SO DO WE ALL!!!! How sad this is that we live for 100 days out of 365 in our year around the sun. This has been on my mind for a while and everyone I speak to seems to have the same story. We work and live for the weekend but what kind of living is that? I know better than most that work is a four letter word which I must do but I want it to be a happy part of my life not merely a necessity. I chose this career over one I love for money and it is taking its toll. I have molded myself into a corporate drone who sits in traffic, gets the Monday blues on Sunday and has little life during the week. Yes, I am not living; I am s...
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