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.
In the age of entrepreneurship, social media sensations and young millionaires, a lot of Millennials face the self-inflicted prospect of being successful or face the fear of getting left behind by peers. We see people roughly the same age as us and think we should be on the same level or higher; after all, we’re just as creative and talented.
Everyone wants to be ballin’. Everyone wants to be a trendsetter. Be a well-known star, others look up to and admire (or hate). Someone who effortlessly achieves his or her goals, and sets the bar high for everyone else.
Writing is an oxymoron – a beautiful struggle. There are times where material flows from your mind onto the paper, tablet or laptop. Times where you can write for days on end. Times where you feel extremely satisfied as a writer. Those are the great days.
Then, unfortunately, there are times where writing is like going to war. An internal fight between wanting to write and being devoid of inspiration. The desire to write is there, however, for some reason, the inspiration just isn’t. Consequently, you trying to piece together a poem, a story, a song or essay becomes extremely difficult.