At your lowest, reality sinks in better. The mind, the eye, and the ears become one, and the song one hears is always the truest.
Life strikes in different ways. Or, more precisely, life happens in many different ways. And the most difficult life we face is the truest.
Most times, before the calamity strikes or before our lowest season comes, we live in a bubble of illusion. We never see it burst, but instead, we see it expanding beyond the borders we already know. We keep our radar up, exploring the next high jump. In a minute, the rag is pulled away beneath our feet, and the next minute, our feet are deep in the murk.
The murk shakes us from our sleep.
Reality hurts. And we never enjoy being hurt. So we shrink. We coil into corners. We kill ourselves. We kill our hopes. We look at ourselves in a new way. But that's never enough. We battle with other monsters bigger than ourselves—other human beings.
We need help when we are low, and humanly, we seek it from our fellow humans. In the hierarchy, humans come second to God. And God uses humans to reach other humans. And it's logical that our first resort when we need help is humans. But we get disappointed. Not once, not twice, but many times. Disappointments are the order of life.
It seems everyone is a friend when you are happy or do not require their help. Ironically, everyone ceases to be friends when you are in need. And sometimes even when you have been there for them throughout their worst.
It's not a must for someone to help you because you helped them. This is the biggest lesson you learn when you are in need. It's always a choice whether someone helps or not. Though we always expect that our friends will be there for us, that's not what happens. And certainly, for a long time, it's not what will always happen.
Humans are unreliable. Their nature—our nature, that is—is mysterious. Nine out of ten times, we let everyone carry their cross, even when we can help them. We aren't Simon of Cyrene, and it's not surprising why no one comes for us when we are in need.
It's said that karma is a bitch. It knocks when you knock. It sleeps when you sleep. It fucks up when you fuck up. And...
Lift up someone whenever you can. Help them carry their cross because your turn will come and you'll need Simon of Cyrene.
Kabwere Musa
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