6 Billion People, 6 Billion Problems

Despite being in one of the most socially active times of my life I’ve never felt more alone, the need to have someone to hold, to love, to need is overwhelming. And while love spills and overflows all around me I can’t help but feel half full and half empty. There are some turning points in life that are so noticeable and ground shattering that they are felt for miles and years but it seems that over the past years I have turned so many corners that I’ve ended up in a worse place than I started off. Where am I? What am I doing? And when will I realise that not searching for what is missing will take longer than doing so?

While dreams are being made and achieved all around, hopes are being accepted and people are overflowing with happiness I can’t seem to find the answer as to why I am unhappy. Is it jealousy; is it typical that while people seem to be succeeding and myself lagging behind my usual higher standards that I have become jealous of those that I once pitied? Is it possible that when taking the high road you will face a setback so great that those below will surpass you. Is it possible that on the road of life there is a high price to pay for speed, if it’s not a toll, it’s a speed fine. And there are some don’t make it all the way, and cause the whole motorway to slow down. It seems a simple concept; life. Just to stay healthy and carry on going, through thick and thin, and you’ll live a long and happy life. But in the reality there is substance, there is emotion, there are sins and hatred. There are people who envy and seek vengeance; there is murder and shock. Devastation.

Sometimes the tunnels don’t have light at the end, or at least it’s a long way off. But sometimes, it is these tunnels we have to experience to come out on top. Why is it so easy for some people? Why are they born popular and loved? Why are some people controversial and unaccepted in society? When did we start allowing normal to be defined? Why can’t the people around us be happy for us, communicate with us, build our confidence and strengthen their love? What have we done so wrong to deserve this? Where is our break, our freedom our junction? When life has been going 90mph for the last 5 years and we’ve got used to it, why does slowing down seem so depressing and how do we get back? And if we’ve broken down all together, who rescues us? In a car we have choices, the RAC, AA and the Police but in life who is there? What is the number for breakdown recovery? On the road, ultimately we are alone and we can’t always follow the same path, the cars are all different colours, from different places. Each unique.

But if you are awaiting recovery shouldn’t the lesson of this post and others be to make your own recovery? I think that while there are some times when we can recover ourselves there are also times where we cannot do nothing because we don’t have the knowledge or experience. Only we can judge what the problem is and whether we can deal with it on our own or to split it.

How do you make people realise who you really are? How do you break to them that you’ve changed? How do you bring it up in conversation? How do we lose all the restrictions and run, and run, and run?

Although it may not be any comfort to us, everyone is facing troubles. Our minds all consumed by some trouble, some issue. Some may be bigger than others but that is because we risked a lot more. The stakes were higher and the odds less guaranteed. But we are all betting on something. And while we’re sitting on the side of the road we should plan our recovery and wait for someone to help and one day we might be able to help them back. Because that’s the thing about life, we don’t always earn something immediately from the deeds we do, but some day it will mature and the reward will be greater than the cost of stopping.