After starting this blog, I’ve had the great pleasure of meeting people from all over and having the honour of sharing their intimate life in the hopes that me – some lowly writer in Australia – can help them. And so I do my best.
Others approach me from their corner of the world, scared, insecure, distrustful – whatever their unique case my be. And so I do my best to inform that, yeah, what they’re feeling is perfectly natural. It’s okay.
But sometimes that distrust is too strong to shake and these beautiful people, they terminate the conversation.
I understand this. I was once like them, alone, scared and confused – wishing I could make sense of it. Hell, a few times I hoped it would go away. Maybe you can run from it a while but sooner or later, it catches up to you. It always does.
One thing I tell myself is: Not to be aggressive with it. A lengthy vanilla relationship I was in for the better part of my twenties taught me to be open and forward with people. I forget sometimes that not everyone is accepting of this. So as much as you may see me telling others that it’s okay to come forward, I try not to be repetitive with it.
In the end, people have their paths to take. I had to go alone, unfortunately. Maybe we all do. But maybe that is the way all along and my ‘help’ is futile. I don’t know.
The point is: You can’t help everyone. Some people need to crawl before they can walk. I wish I could carry them. I probably would till my body gave way. But anyway. This is my early morning mindset.