Of late, I’ve been in a bad place. Things seem too much for me, and my anxiety and self-criticism is spinning way out of control. Due to recent events, I’ve had a hard look at myself. I wonder if I am truly happy, if I am truly enjoying my own company but at the same time, realising that people in my life are very quickly turning away from me.
After all of this, it made me think. We do have high expectations of people and the truth is – we shouldn’t have any expectations at all. With the treatment I’ve been given lately – why should I have even a hint of great expectation? But how is that fair, when I am the one going out of my way to help anyone (even strangers)?
The point I am trying to make here is – what is life about? Dog eat dog? Every man for himself? What is friendship and how can anything even be meaningful if people don’t have enough time in a day or week to talk to those they love, miss or care for? What are we actually doing here.