The 54th Deadline: Helping Hand

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The 54th Deadline: For every success, for every botch, life will always give you many opportunities.
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I am someone who has lost his fair share of helping hands over the years. At first, people are often willing to stretch out their hands and offer whatever aid they can. However, there comes a point where they feel more and more reluctant to do so. Help can only go so far.

I have learned this about myself over the years. I was at times an extremely needy person. A weak individual. Just someone you didn’t want to be around out of fear of being sucked into my myriad of personal problems.

But at my worst state, I begged for help every step of the way. I received a lot of temporary relief, brief reassurance that everything would be OK, but a lot of it would fade away and the cycle would repeat itself all over again.

And so what could I do? I asked for further help. I sought after helping hands to pull me out of whatever downward spiral I had found myself caught in for a given bout with doubt.

Before I knew it, a lot of my former friends and peers over time just didn’t want to interact with me anymore. Not because they hated me or anything like that. If anything, it was because I was turning into a walking cesspool of negativity. And quite frankly, I can accept this nowadays as a reasonable answer.

One day, I just felt super deserted. I thought everyone around me was disappearing from my corner. In reality, I had created this sense of desolation for myself. I thought my problems were too overwhelming. Sure, at times, I thought I could never overcome anything that had set itself in front of me.

Quite frankly, again, I was a weakling. I was downright pathetic. And it showed.

I couldn’t rely on much of anyone after a certain point. It was basically just a one-on-one bout with everything that had stifled my progress in life.

It sucked.

But I got through one obstacle after another. Somehow, anyway.
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The main reason I got through it? Well, I got tougher.

Physically.

Mentally

Emotionally.

And a whole lot more.

That’s how I learned to be strong enough to stand on my own two feet in the face of adversity.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not opposed to helping hands or anything of that. Sometimes, we all need some kind of pull, or even a little tug, toward the right direction. There is no shame in that.

My point is, I learned a harsh lesson that I shouldn’t expect help unless I was finally able to help myself.

If I cannot inject some kind of gumption, some form of willpower, to persevere and muster the strength to get up after I have fallen on my own, why should anyone bother standing me upright?

Be strong.

Find that determination to stand tall. Proudly. Even if it hurts.

Keep at it.

“Remember the name.” – Nhan Fiction


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