The pressures of life often leave us feeling average. We have hopes, dreams, aspirations but they don’t always come to pass. We try, and try, and try some more, waiting for greatness to happen. Hoping this time is better than the last. Praying for a change of fortune. But when the good things don’t arrive we’re left to bravely, and sometimes painfully, console ourselves. We soldier on with a valiant face; unwillingly battling the knights of doubt with armour of failure and disappointment.
Surviving, barely. That’s what most of us do. We live our lives day-by-day, repeating the same old routine just to get by. We put on our favourite brave face each morning (the one that does enough to avoid any awkward ‘are you okay’ questions) and head out the door, not knowing how we’ll fare or what state we’ll be in when we return back home. The pressures of a life slowly eroding away our limited time and our false sense of security. For a large majority, our presence simply exists rather than our lives being lived to the fullest.
A lot of us when growing up think by *insert mid/late 20s’ age* we’ll have our lives together. We’ll have a degree and/or masters, be married, homeowners with a great job and X amount of children. The dream is lavish. Ambitious. But sadly, rarely does it come true. For most of us, the early 20s are usually filled with education, mid 20s confusion and post-university struggle and late 20s newfound solidity and the beginnings of our purpose.
We live in a world where everyone wants your time, your energy, your attention. Frequent requests of ‘help me with this’, ‘I need to see you’ or ‘give me some advice’ often litter your phone or pierce your ears. Everyone wants a piece of you, and often, these people will go to great lengths to make you feel guilty when you don’t show up.
What makes it worse is if you’re a naturally supportive individual. No matter the signs, being burnt countless times or your deep reservations, your natural inclination will be to help people. Be there for them. Provide support and care even if they don’t deserve it. But what happens when their need for you disappears? What happens when they find a new person they need, that’s not you? When your supportive characteristic is used against you?