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?
When’s the last time you checked on your friends, siblings or anyone close to you? I don’t mean just a casual WhatsApp message, tweet or phone call. I mean a genuine conversation with them to ask how they are, how their life is going and if there’s anything troubling their mind.
You see, we don’t realise it, but sometimes, the people closest to us, are the ones battling serious issues we read and hear about. We’re all busy living our lives that we often forget to check on the lives near us; unaware of the struggles the face.