Stray

A while back I was thinking, searching for something to equate my life to. I came up with the image of a stray. Cat, dog, it doesn’t matter. Imagine a stray with a collar but no tag. A stray that was once owned but has since been abandoned, left without a home and without a name. You pass by it as you’re walking home, and you stop to pet it. If you’ve got some food on you, you may even feed it a bit. You can’t help but like it, but eventually you have to leave. You walk past the same area for the next couple days, seeing the stray every time. You spend some time with it, feed it a bit if you’ve got something on you, then continue on your way. Sometimes when you’re feeling a bit down, you pass by to spend some time with the stray, enjoying the unconditional companionship and closeness. Then, once things get better again, you only stop to see it when you remember it. Either way, it’s always happy to see you, and you enjoy its company. And even though its eyes beg you not to leave, you’ve either had enough and start off on your way, or something more important comes up and you have to go. Eventually, you hit a point in your life where things are going well and even though you think of it every now and then, you can’t be bothered to take the time to go check on it. After a while, things hit a lull and you decide to drop by to check on the stray. When you get to where you usually, see it, it’s nowhere to be found. Whether it found a home, moved on to someplace else, or maybe it died, you wonder about it for a moment, then quickly forget about it.

That’s essentially what my life boils down to. I make some friends here and there, and we have some good times. But ultimately, I’m left behind for people they’d rather be around, or things develop in their lives and they don’t need me anymore.  So, I’m left, broken hearted at first, but over time getting used to the feeling. And ultimately, all I can do is survive as best I can. When you’re alone for such a long time, you learn to deal with it. I can’t say that all my methods of coping have been healthy, but I get by. Occasionally, you find someone that you think – that you hope – will be different. Ultimately though, you see it coming a mile away, and you find yourself on your own again. Basically, people want me around when they need me, but no one wants to keep me. I want – no, I need – someone to give enough of a damn to want to keep me.

A while back I decided that I wouldn’t care anymore what people thought of me. If they just want to use me, fine. If I’m just there to keep them entertained until something better comes along, fine. At this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. As much as it saddens me, loneliness has become ingrained as a part of my life. Funny thing about loneliness is, the longer it goes on, the more it eats away at everything good, everything soft, everything warm in you until all that’s left is a shell full of negativity with a gaping hole in it. I’m doing everything I can to keep that from happening, but things still trickle away. It’s gotten to the point where I have to think hard before asking people for help for fear of bringing them down with me. I won’t let other people risk the good things in their lives just so I can fill a gap in my own soul.

A long time ago, people made wagers on how long I would live. Some said 18, others said 24, others said 26, and a few said 30. I’ve got 2 years, 2 months, and 83 days until I beat the last wager. Sometimes I wonder who I’ll be at that point, or how much of me is left. I wonder who I’ll meet, who I’ll know, and who I’ll lose. In the end though, as much as I’ve tried to keep on hoping that there are better things to come, I just can’t see them anymore.

“The opposite of love is not hate, it is apathy. Apathy is when you would do nothing for someone. Love is when you would do anything.”

- Anonymous

Become Who You Are

“Become Who You Are”. I was in the shower the other day, and I took a long look at my tattoo and pondered over the meaning of the quote on my arm. To be able to become who you are, you first have to discover who you are. You have to know what you stand for. You have to know why you do the things you do.  

So who am I? Well, I’m not perfect, that’s for sure, but I’m not special. I have my issues, just like anyone else. I hold very steadfast to some values. I’m intelligent and resourceful, moreso than probably anyone any of my friends know. I try to be compassionate and sympathetic, and I never get angry. The question is, what does all this add up to?

Over time and through my own experiences, I’ve come to realize that I’m the kind of person people sometimes need. I’m a shoulder to cry on, someone who’ll listen, or just someone to hang out with. Best part of that for other people is that when they don’t need me anymore, they can just walk away. I can’t even begin to count the number of people I’ve helped through tough times who have subsequently forgotten about me once those tough time were over. I get led on, I get taken for granted, and I just let it happen. It’s not that I enjoy it, or that I feel like I’m not worth keeping as a friend or anything like that. To be honest it feels terrible to be a friend to someone, to comfort them, to make them laugh, to be there when they need you, and to turn around and next thing you know they won’t even give you the time of day. 

The main thing for me is that my conscience is clear. I’ve done my part. I’ve been as good a friend as I can, I’ve made sacrifices, and I’ve been hurt and kept with it. In the end, I know in my mind that I’ve done the right thing. I may not be happy, but I’m content in the knowledge that I tried to be a good turn in people’s lives. I don’t know what life holds for me, and I don’t know what I deserve, but I know who I am. As it stands, I’m the guy everyone needs, but no one wants. I’m the one that people can depend on to still be standing when everything else is falling around them. I’m looking for something or someone, but I’m lost on the far side of the world. I’ve lived in many places, but never been able to call any of them home. I’m a wonder at people’s disposal that they don’t have to appreciate. I’ll keep going and going until I’m broken beyond repair. And until someone comes and claims me, I belong to everyone but myself.

They say you don’t know how much something means to you until it’s gone. But what about when you leave it behind? Here’s another thing to think about. You often don’t know how much you mean to someone. Think about what you share with your friends, and think about what they really mean to you. Turn the tables on yourself.

While everything I’ve written may sound good and fine, the reason I’m writing this is because I don’t know how much I’ve got left in the tank. While I do take joy in helping people, in seeing their smiling faces, living each day in misery and loneliness is getting to be too much. Everyone has doubts, but they people can get past their doubts because they love themselves. I’ve got doubts like anyone else, but even after everything I’ve done I still hate myself. And as much as I want to lean on my friends, I either can’t bring myself to do it because in the back of my mind is a ticker waiting for the time when they leave me behind, or I don’t want to bring them down with me. Maybe I’m already too broken. Maybe there’s no one that can put me back together. If that’s the case, maybe it’s best to let myself tick down like a watch someone’s forgotten to wind. I’m in a bad way, and I’d never forgive myself if I took anyone down with me.

I’m going to close this entry with a quote from one of my favorite TV shows. It’s one that’s kept me going for a while, and it’s a nice reminder to appreciate the good things in life.

“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”

- The Doctor

Just another day (and night) in the life...

Another night spent alone in my apartment contemplating life. Things in my head have been really up and down lately. I was in a really bad way last week, and this week I’ve been slowly trying to pick up the pieces. Needless to say, it’s been really rough going. I came to realize that while I’m popular in the sense that people generally like me, I’m not in the sense that people don’t necessarily want me around. I don’t get invited to events, I don’t get called up just to hang out. I’m just kind of in the background, there if needed, ignored if not. Not to say that popularity is everything, but I think everyone has an innate desire to feel wanted, or at the very least appreciated.

I admit, I have abandonment issues. Sometimes it feels like people string me along because they feel sorry for me, or like it’s some kind of obligation. I get invited places and then left to fend for myself. It really makes me feel like I’m a burden on my friends’ lives, or like I’m a toy that’s there to be played with and then left on the floor, and it’s not a feeling I like. I’m probably just blowing things out of proportion in my head, but I can’t help what my life has made me. I’ve been trying to get over this, to change this wiring in my brain that results in panic attacks followed by a feeling of loneliness so deep that it makes me wish I could cry to at least have some sort of release.

For now, all I can do is try to endure it. Every day, the lock I wear around my neck feels heavier. Every time a panic attack leaves me collapsed on the floor with my sides on fire, all I can do is claw my way back up to my feet and press on. Every night that I lie awake wondering whether or not I want to wake up the next morning, I decide to hope that tomorrow will be better. It’s funny, because so many people come to me for help, asking for advice in dealing with relationships and whatnot. But every night as I’m sitting in my apartment, staring at the ceiling wishing I had someone to spend time with or talk to, I sometimes laugh to myself how all these people are so stressed out over their relationships but don’t actually realize how lucky they are to have them.

I’ll close this entry with a quote by Joseph Conrad from his book Under Western Eyes:

“Who knows what true happiness is? Not the conventional word but the naked terror. To the lonely themselves, it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.”

Up up and away

It’s been a while since I’ve written. Things have been moving all over the place. Between school starting up, preparing for my medical school entrance exam, and stuff in my personal life, I’ve been fairly scatterbrained lately. It’s gotten to the point where sometimes I need to just stop what I’m doing and take a step back in order to let the dust settle. Like my mind’s a snow globe that someone’s just shaken up.

I’ll start with the professional stuff. School’s just started up and I’ve been working on my graduate research project. Between that, being overloaded on classes because I need to take prerequisites for medical school, and getting ready for my exam, I’m on the brink of pulling my hair out most of the time. Only thing that keeps me sane is remembering why I’m putting myself through all this. I’m doing it to fulfill a dream and to become what I know I can be. I’ve finally gotten a second chance at this, and I’m doing everything I can not to waste it. It may be taking a heavy toll on me, but to me, it’s worth it.

Speaking of things taking a toll, my personal life is so topsy-turvy right now that I don’t know what to make of it. It’s really got me going out of my mind. Things seem to be going well, but that little voice in the back of my head is waiting for the penny to drop. Meanwhile, I can’t even buy advice from the people I confide in, with more than one actually enjoying the situation, saying that no matter the outcome, it’ll at least be fun for them. It’s got me wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. As resolute as I am in what I’m doing with my professional life, I’m equally baffled with my personal life. The one thing I will say though, is that she believes in me. That’s so huge for me right now that words can’t even begin to describe it. She’s stuck with me through thick and thin, and that’s something I can never being to repay. It just reinforces in my mind why I’m in love with her. That she’s willing to accept me for my weaknesses and my strengths, it makes me feel free. And I’m willing to accept her for all of her strengths and weaknesses too. After all, if I can’t handle being with her at her worst, then I don’t deserve to be with her at her best.

And yet, that nagging feeling in the back of my head just keeps waiting for that damned penny to drop. I feel like I’m all in, all my chips on the table, waiting for the opposing player to flip his cards. I’m fully committed, professionally and personally. It seems like there’s no turning back, not that I really have anything to turn back to. The best I can do for now is to believe in myself and to believe in her, and believe that things will turn out for the best. I’m hanging onto my balloon, too low to be where I want to be, but too high to let go and fall safely. It’s that feeling that this coming year will make or break me. Here’s hoping that if I break I’ll be able to pick up the pieces.

As is tradition, I’ll close this entry with a quote. It was one that I found on a friend’s facebook page, and upon reading it, it seemed rather poignant:

“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one.”

-Douglas Coupland

Questions

A lot of thinking lately. Mostly to gain some perspective on things. It’s funny how more often than not, we go into these bouts of thought with questions we are trying to answer, but in the end we end up with more questions, and more questions, and yet somehow, these questions give us the answers we’re looking for. Granted, in the end, we’re still left with more questions than answers, but we reach a point of contemplative clarity, as though the very act of asking ourselves these questions allows for a perfect understanding of the reasons behind asking the questions, the reason why the questions exist in the first place.

I’ve found that the most important questions we can ask are the ones that are right in front of our faces, hidden in plain sight. The main reasons why we don’t ask these questions is because we either don’t see them, or we’re afraid to ask them. Usually, we don’t see the questions because we’re so busy turning our lives upside down looking for answers to other questions that we miss the obvious ones right in front of our noses. When we do see the questions from the beginning, or when we finally take a step back, slow down, and notice them, we’re often afraid to ask them. Whether it’s because we already know the answer to them or because we’re afraid of what the answer might be, these simple questions that seem to have all the insight in the world go unasked.

We often become comfortable with our perceived positions in life, comfortable with what we believe to be true, comfortable with our own little worlds. These questions, once answered, are typically accompanied by large and dramatic paradigm shifts that can end up changing our lives, for better or worse, but always much more violently than we are comfortable with. It takes no small amount of courage, desperation, or exasperation to make us ask these questions, but once we do, there is no turning back. Just as the popular saying states that one cannot “un-see” something, one cannot “un-realize” things either. Of course, once the deed is done, we have to live with the consequences. The world beings and ends with you, not so much in the sense that you are the center of the universe, but more in the sense that you can’t control the thoughts and actions of others around you, so all you have is your decisions and actions, your own reasons behind them, and their consequences.

For a long time I have touted the value of “looking underneath the underneath”. It’s a philosophy that I’ve tried to live by in order to understand the people and the world around me. But I have to admit that it has caused me to miss things hidden in plain sight and that I’ve done my share of spinning my wheels looking for answers. It’s why I take time every now and then to just step back from life and give things a think, and, if I can find the courage, to ask myself the questions that are staring me in the face – questions that I’m afraid to ask, questions that I’m afraid I know the answers to. However, from my experience, as earth-shattering as the realizations that come out of these sessions can be at times, I never regret pursuing them. This is because the changes that arise as a result are not always bad, and even when they are, they force me to develop myself – to evolve and improve myself to adapt to the resulting paradigm shift.

I close this entry with a quote from one of my favorite sources. It’s a quote that really emphasizes the power and importance of the kinds of questions I’ve talked about.

“He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche