Alienation from social contact may be a way of stitching our broken selves back together especially if the dilemma that is hanging over our heads is purely personal. A break from society is a freshening move for untrammeled soul-searching and individual enlightenment. To further figure ourselves out we've got to limit distractions, but certainly, refusing help from understanding and honest pals is only allaying our emotional and spiritual restoration. As social animals, many of our personal problems arise because of an unwholesome disintegration from the social circle we “belong” in, albeit we might be unconscious of it. Ergo, complete seclusion is uncalled for and benign negotiations with those causing this uneasiness will be a great move. Despair will always be present unless we sought oneness with our fellows while embracing diversities, until we feel that intimate connection with Nature, and until we succeed in fulfilling our magnanimous dreams for the world that will be, abreast with the integration of the broken pieces of what we truly are.
With regards to empathetic advisors, there is one caveat: the only way they can save us is if we want ourselves to be co-saved by them. There must be a mutual consent, openness, honesty, and cooperation between the two parties for this much coveted positive transformation to be realized. I can't stress enough, however, that healing is an “inside job” and the companions throughout our dark days are nothing but catalysts, agents that are co-responsible for the stimulation of a renewed enthusiasm for life. A hasty engagement in relationships of any kind with the sole purpose of using our partners to do the very act of healing might not be a good judgement since it might exacerbate the problem should the relationship crumble to the ground because the persons involved barely hold the fragmented pieces together, still unable to deal with personal, familial, existential or any other issues.
There is no dilemma that is trivial enough not to disturb all our faculties. Someone battling depression or social anxiety for instance, must not be made a laughingstock due to those advisors' ignorance to think that those visible signs of despondency are just common foretellings of ordinary loneliness and introversion respectively. Perhaps our verbal raising of the S.O.S. flag is unacknowledged because we sought people who are busy fixing themselves up also that they have no time entertaining other dispirited individuals. If we seek therapeutic help from a person we're familiar with, to avoid our efforts being put in vain, we must first make sure to ascertain that they are unprejudiced and unpretentiously compassionate.
Most of the time, we grapple against the stereotyped and primæval norms of the society we live in for the overt expression of our individuality. We are coerced into contorting our identity according to the conventions of the mass which have ensured their cultural preservation for years, or even centuries; this bigotry pitted against the dynamism of the 21st century prevents them from fully privileging the floundering novel classes.
This stratification of society cajoles everyone to compete against each other in intellectual, artistic, political, economic, and even racial endeavours just to climb to the top of the pyramid, indifferent of the individuals at the base who are exposed to odium and social disgrace because they haven't reached their expectations. We must fully understand that perfection and happiness are subjective concepts and that chasing what the mass' own terminology of them won't lead us to both. Instead, we've got to set an attainably ambitious (yet inclusive and considerate of the common welfare) standards for ourselves without setting up a tilt against other people who are obviously not absolutely similar us in any other way, rendering us “winners” (or “losers”) by default.
Life is inherently meaningless, which explains why some of us with nihilistic philosophical propensities feel that the universe is absurd and that any human aspirations nor achievements mean nothing. But those people who are incandescent with their passions will attest that there are perks about this meaninglessness, and that is, while it seems that we're just amusing ourselves while waiting for our demise, we can find a hobby or philanthropic causes for ourselves which we're willing to die for while simultaneously fueling our desire to live. We create our own subjective meanings for life, and that heralds the sort of approach we do towards it.
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