Continually I am asked by the ones that are closest to me, “Are you fine?” “What is the matter?” “No I don’t think that is the reason, so what is it?” If I try to answer the first two questions, most likely I receive the third question in response to my answer.
This brings me to a point in my life where I ask a question, “Why is it when I say what is the problem, I am told that my reason is justified and that I don’t understand the situation. The situation is mine I think and after all this time of living I should hope that I know what my situation is. But, there is a difference. When I was young I would never think of telling someone what was bothering me. Now I do and I think that is the basic problem. I was an expert at covering up what I was feeling. Well, how could I tell them when my self esteem was even lower than it is now. Back then I felt I could never be truthful because I felt that the truth would hurt me more than them.
Now, it feels more important to me to tell the truth. Yes I suppose I could sugar-coat it a little, but then usually these same people don’t sugar coat much for me. One is M. who is so troubled with the way that I am, particularly in my reaction to acquaintances and friends, as well as himself. Well, as two examples of his worry, one friend has used up all the care and help that I have for her. I have helped and helped and been there, and been there for her and what have I gotten in return is a plea for more help. I just don’t have more to give since now I feel I must take care of me and so I stay away as quietly and politely as I can. Another is a new acquaintance, who I thought might become a good friend. When I realized that the “the sale–the job–the inevitable bit of money made” was more important than understanding what I wanted and dealing with it. Yes I was the client, but it didn’t seem to matter much. I was quickly told that I should understand that what I wanted to happen, (I had full rights to ask for what I wanted) went against the grain of the acquaintance. I understood in a moment that the commission in the sale was the most important. Well, as I am known to do, the axe fell on this supposed relationship and now I am questioned why I made the decision I did.
I often think that this is the most appropriate time in my life to say what I am, what I want and how I see it. If I don’t act now on my beliefs what am I going to do during that long journey with in my Crepusculum. I can just imagine how my care can take quick turns that I don’t believe in. That fact is catalyst enough for me to know I must grab a hold of my own life and start letting everyone know my wishes. I just can’t sit in the quiet “corner” any longer. This is all different to me as it is to the others who question me, but I believe this current life turmoil and questioning must be during my transition from quiet toad sitting on the side of life, to a new, determination that makes people say, “Guess I can’t run over him any longer!” Its not easy to change. If you are like me then agree to take a chance to stake out your independence. Grab a hold of your wishes and sell them boldly to all you meet. That little change will make you begin to see that it is possible to journey through Crepusculum with a modicum of respect and enjoyment.