Recently, some of my friends have shared with me heartbreaking details of the situations that they are currently dealing with. Though I have tried to be strong and reassuring as the details have been shared with me, I am literally brought to tears when i think about the stories of two of my coworkers. I am blown away by the things that people who are my age (or even a little younger go through), and how hard they must be working to keep up their façades that everything is okay. These are people who I would not expect to be going through hard situations, but they have some of the saddest stories that I have ever heard.
Maybe it is relative to an extent. I mean, my friends are not starving to death or being discriminated against because of physical factors that they cannot control; those types of situations are probably the kind that really are the most sad. The thing about these friends of mine is that they are in rough situations that probably terrify me the most. They are situations having to do with family and with romantic relationships, both gone terribbly bad. The very things that they felt gave them the most security taken away from them. The very people who they loved the most turning away from them. The only thing that I can hope is that they might be able to realize who they can put their trust in, who will always love them, and who will really give them the security that they need.
You know?
I hope I can somehow help them find that.
The other thing that I have realized recently that I was somehow blind to before is that while these situations are sad, they are only two girls among the many that I know. How many more among the ones I consider my friends are struggling from true heartbreak? And forget about just MY friends… it seems like in the past week I have heard sad stories about so many people, ones I do not even know.
At the very least, all of these stories have helped me to once again “count my blessings” and realize how fortunate I am, which is something to be thankful for. But I want to do something more for all of these hurting people. I do not want to just stand back and think well that sucks for them, glad I came out a bit more lucky, I want to actually do something that will produce results, something that will make a change.
It seems like my instinct to become passionate about something is finally kicking in. I hope I act on it. I do not want these feelings to just be a passing phase.
