Help

I find it strange that it is so easy to offer to help others yet so strangely difficult to ask another to help you. It seems to be the strangest of conundrums. Perhaps it is pride, or something like it, that makes it hard to do. Or perhaps it is because, in moments, when we so willingly offer our assistance, we do so with just the slightest twinge of irritation. We simply cannot know if the help we ask for will be given freely or with that small yet significant cost.

If I could live my life never needing help I might feel better in my soul, but then I would never have the chance to offer those who I love and help the chance for reciprocity, and therefore maintain a balance through give and take. Perhaps it is that balance between give and take, needing and being needed, that is so pivitol to close human relationships. For if my friends never needed me, what then would be my purpose within that dynamic? And if I never need them, what purpose is theirs?

~ Justice