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Why A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
For real!
The unfolding of this year has been a nightmare. As you slowly but surely become unrecognizable to yourself, the symptoms of depression become that much more cumbersome to manage, as you swiftly assume the role of victimhood to justify why shit is bad beyond belief.
Some of it is uncontrollable. Life is a journey that makes no promises about how you will be spared the worst case scenario.
We are taught that working hard and being consistently ambitious leads to the rewards that we reap if we’ve earned that privilege.
But then I look at the tragedies that befall those who followed that rulebook and exceeded the highest expectations, and I wonder why we try so hard to succeed, if the end result is our scheduled demise, way before our time.
When the new year was upon us, my beating heart didn’t ecstatically respond to the blessing of greeting a new decade.
All I could summon was the palatable fear of what lies ahead, and why there’s no joy in getting older, and realizing that your parents will most likely not survive the next 10 years.
But the worst has to be the ongoing displacement.
Not too long ago, I knew exactly who I was and why that meant something. There was a tangible meaning…
