You want to put across the best possible impression to your customers? So do I. You want to do a good job with every customer – no matter how much they’ve paid? So do I. You want people to respect you? So do I. Respect – even for what you’re not? No, not I.
Yet – somehow I need to be a martyr in this process. Yet – I need to be the person who makes the sour trade, who has no human rights or who deserves no respect or acknowledgement. Or anything at all.
I get it.
I need to temper down this rage inside me… the rage at the sheer injustice. I just don’t know how.
the means to another’s ends
the wind in others’ sails
the road to the other’s house
and the shoes that they walk in.
how would you know what it feels like
to be the one who got used?
you’ve heard the string’s music
can you bear to know of its pain?
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way,
The time has gone,
The song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.
The headache comes and goes. It becomes unbearable to the point of tears at times. I just want to bang my head into a wall but, of course, I let better sense prevail. Its tempting to shout out loud or cry or break down – but again – I let the moment go by and let “better sense prevail”. I loose patience at times and I am sorry for that. I need to get better at not acting out just because my head is aching so much. The pain is intense and the head is heavy.
Does it mean that a natural end might be near? Lets see…
… just 15% like you and 15% like him, I would have at least 50% better mental health and would be at least 100% more productive and my life would have 200% more meaning. But I’m not capable of being even 1% like you or 1% like him. So I will suffer till I don’t exist anymore and this suffering, headache and pain just goes away.
To the loneliest one…
There is in certain living souls
A quality of loneliness unspeakable
So great it must be shared
As company is shared by lesser beings
Such a loneliness is mine; so know by this
That in immensity
There is one lonelier than you.
— Theodore Sturgeon, “A Saucer of Loneliness”, 1953
It’s not certain that you will succeed
Or maybe you will – more or less
Just remember when you do (or don’t)
That where you’ve reached is
Founded upon the corpses of others.
No – your success (or the lack of it)
Is not certain.
But my martyrdom
Is certain for sure.
Maybe you will remember the corpses
That piled up along the way. Or not.
Its not for you to have guilt
You focus on doing well.
It still doesn’t lessen my pain
To write about the indignity of
Always having to serve you
Such is my misfortune.
I’m dying and sinking most moments
And i have no strength or ability
To save myself.
What a waste my life has been.
I’m sorry to those who love me
That I could never amount to anything.
I realised that Victor Frankl was very much alive till the 90s and maybe there are some videos available of him talking about the crux of his message. And I heard him talking about “meaning” on an interview.
Finding meaning in difficult times (Interview with Dr. Viktor Frankl)
He says – no matter what the situation – it is always possible for us to find meaning. It gave me a small lease of hope. But no clarity.
I need to find meaning by reminding myself of “small” things every day. Its easy to forget that life has meaning – more so in difficult times. Dr Frankl is very persuasive in his arguments and hopefulness. But maybe my boat has drifted too far away.