Life, again?

When the people I care the most about have problems (excuse me, who doesn't have problems?), I tend to feel very helpless and sad. I actually have an easier time emotionally dealing with my own problems than when thinking about theirs. It makes me realize just how alone we feel when we are troubled and unhappy. No one can really share in these types of feelings and that only makes us feel even more isolated.  We all dig great big dark holes and then have to dig ourselves out and no matter how much others want to help, it ain't happening.  I used to try to offer help, and beyond being a good listener, I can't say that anything I have done has helped much, if at all.  We each have to figure out how to make our way through this pain-filled world on our own and there is simply no answer external to our own minds Mind.  We can delay, project, deny, blame and all those other handy defenses, but eventually we must come to the understanding that this world is never going to make us happy or give us what we want.  I have found that when I am at my lowest, is when I can begin to be able to put things in perspective, and gain understandings about the meaninglessness of the things that I am allowing to upset me.  But I can't do this for anyone else.  This is a world of pain and unhappiness, unmet wants, and disappointments.  And we each have to rise above the battleground in our own way.

Lesson 25 - I do not know what anything is for.