Skeptic Spirit

Are we all victims here? 

Life is unbelievably unfair. We are not in control of everything that happens to us. I believe, we have all experienced the wave of unfairness or injustice role over us, and we do get wet when that happens. But then what? 

The most reasonable thing would be to begin swimming, get on land at get dry in the sun. And yet I have seen so many people, who just stays in the water, waiting to be rescued. They could swim, but there is something paralyzingly easy about staying and not having to bother with the trip in. 

So you swim out there, offering them a hand, but they refuse. They say, it won’t matter. They say, they would never make it in anyway. Some even argue, that there is no such thing as land in sight (even though you just came from it), and they will begin telling you, that it is much safer to stay right there.

But they still cry out for help. They still want to be rescued, they just don’t want to swim.

These ‘victims’ are stuck. They are standing there with water to the belly afraid to swim, because they know, they would have to get all the way down in the water. So it is much more appealing to be stuck, because then they will only have to worry about the waves rolling in over them once in a while. And the sun will make them feel half warm and half dry in between.

What they do not understand, is how they affect the people around them. They enjoy the attention. Every time they cry for help, someone is going to swim out there after them. Someone is giving up his/her own warmth and safety to save them, and that feels nice. They feel loved and cared for.

But don’t you dare get out there and yell at them! That doesn’t make them feel loved and cared for. They will argue, that you just went out there to attack them. They will blame you for making them feel bad in a situations that was bad enough already. They will tell you, that you are not showing enough sympathy towards their situation, and that you should have more compassion.

I don’t care.

I don’t care, because I do care. I care about other people. I know, I seem cynical in my writing, but truth is, my heart is bleeding towards those, who sees themselves as victims. They are! They are victims of their own perceptions, and I cannot help anyone by contributing to this illusion, that they are not in control.

I don’t see myself as someone who is supposed to help other people. I know, that it is a popular thought amongst empaths, that they have this ‘gift’ so that they can do good. I don’t really want to help people either. But I like to share! When I figure something out for myself, something that actually works, then I want the world to know. It is one of the greatest pleasure in my life, when someone tells me: “Hm.. I never thought of it that way!”

That is my kick, my payoff. I share, because it feels so great to inspire to new ways of thinking. I know, it sounds pretty self involved, but I have to be honest about that. 

When people do not want to be saved, I have to let them be. I do swim out, and I do yell at them, because they asked for help. I yell at them, because that is the kind of thing, they remember. They don’t remember all the nice people who were there to try and empathize with the situation. So one day, when it is getting boring and cold to stay in the water, and when nobody comes to help, they will have to do something. And that is when they remember the bitch who swam out, yelled at them and swam back again. And it will occur to them, that it is possible to get back on land.