On the greatest lessons I've learnt

Me and my primary school teacher.
She taught me my greatest lessons.

In the last week, several events close to me and others we’ve been able to witness through the media have made me think a lot about my own mortality and what things we’d like to leave those close to us. Most people assume this means monetary inheritance and other ephemeral things of that nature. In my case, I was born without these things and so they are of little importance to me. I got to thinking, however, of the legacies and the truly valuable things I have acquired that I would love to leave to my offspring, my peers, and to any and all who care to know of these things that Vanessa really cherishes. So, below, I’ve written a list of the most important things taught to me, or the greatest lessons I’ve learnt.

1. Education is the one thing that truly pits people as equals.

Why is education important to me? Because it was important to my mother, and it was important to her for her children to have it. My mother has a primary school education but was smart enough to know that what would keep her children out of these perpetual cycles of poverty that have dominated my family and ancestors – and that was/is within the reach of most people – is education. My family had always been peasants and servants, hard-working people but with little possessions to their name. Our name was nothing important; we are commoners. We didn’t have the money, the social or political connections, or much else. But my mum made sure that she worked very hard to be able to provide for her children not only food and shelter, but almost at an equal importance, also education. She taught us that we had the same potential to learn and succeed academically as any other person, even those with money or connections or whatever other perceived advantage. Then this, and not the name or money we didn’t have, would open our world up to as many opportunities as we were willing to accept and work hard for.

2. The single greatest thing you can teach a person is a hunger to know more, a lust to achieve more, and a passion for your subject matter. Passionate people don’t know satiety, and they also never learn defeat.

Great teachers aren’t the people who taught Nobel Prize winners the knowledge they used to achieve their success, but rather the ones who were able to transfer to them a passion into the field of their success. Passion, a burning insatiable desire, is the only antidote to failure.

3. “We are poor – not because of God”. No more effort is required to aim high in life, to demand prosperity and abundance, than is required to accept misery and poverty.

Two Napoleon Hill quotes. Why are they important to me? Well, the first I’ve discussed previously so I won’t go into it again, but the second took me a while to get my head around. It’s hard to be poor or to not attain your dreams, right? But it’s really really hard work to get what you want too. If you work hard, and I mean passionately and relentlessly hard, you probably can become a famous movie actor, a celebrated artist, a professional in a field with strict entry criteria and few spots for newcomers. It’s going to take a lot of very very hard work! But what’s the alternative? The alternative is actually equally hard. This is what blew my mind. It takes a lot out of you feeling crushed every day because you’re not working the job you’re really keen for. If you’re poor, it is really really hard to do physical labour to get just the bare minimum to feed yourself and go to bed hungry and know that you have to wake up tomorrow to do the same thing again so you can go to bed with a half-empty stomach the following night. It’s really very hard to be poor. So if both roads are hard, and I am suggesting here that they are equally hard, why not risk your pride and show some faith, and follow the path of your dreams? I mean, the alternative is just as hard.

4. You don’t fail until you give up. Failure is experienced only by those who when they experience defeat, stop trying. The only thing that separates success and failure is the number of attempts.

5. Improbable does not mean impossible.

6. You miss every shot you don’t take.

7. Be willing to risk failure in order to succeed.

8. Every soldier dies a hero.

I believe the thing that holds human beings back more than fear is pride. I will consider the last five points together as I believe they are intrinsically linked. Often people list a dim statistic for success as an excuse for not trying or for not going for the thing they really want. I always ask these people, “So? Someone has to get it, so why can’t that someone be you?” Oh yes, they tried that one time and they failed. Or they would try, but it’s just going to be a waste of time and effort as they will most likely not succeed. You know, because somehow these people believe they are fortune tellers too! The one 100% fool-proof method to guarantee failure is not to try. I mean, you can’t win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket, right? So, as small and as uncontrollable the probability of attaining your goal on the next attempt is, it’s still greater than zero if you at least attempt it. So what if you don’t succeed? You’re only one attempt closer if you’re courageous enough to keep trying and don’t let that stupid pride convince you that lack of success in an attempt means failure forever.

That last statement came to me rather unexpectedly one day when I happened to be listening to the radio in my car to some news about a soldier’s death. Some days you have to contemplate that you will die, and you may die soon without warning. What if you died and you still had not achieved that one goal you had dedicated your life to? Does that mean you’re a failure? Does that mean you’re a loser? Well, think about soldiers. They literally risk their lives in order to achieve an outcome: to defend from the enemy and to destroy an attacking enemy. But sometimes soldiers die in battle, and when they die in this way you could say they have failed in their goal. Now, do we consider these soldiers who died in the line of fire as failures? No! We call them brave and courageous and war heroes. Yes, they didn’t succeed in what they were trying to achieve, but they weren’t failures because they died trying to achieve that outcome. I believe that similarly, in civilian life, we don’t die as failures if we died trying to achieve that one thing we really wanted.

9. Anger and hatred are the most successful ways to waste energy and to keep our enemies in power. People may hurt you in the present by some wrong action, but the anger and hatred we pay them well into the future is how we continue to hurt ourselves on their behalf.

This is one I learnt from experience when I was about 20 years old. I was getting so run down, so upset all the time, feeling so much anger and (I’m ashamed to admit it now) hatred towards one person. Now, this person had stopped tormenting me years ago and yet I kept feeling all these negative things towards them; they had probably forgotten I existed, and yet I kept hating them. It really takes so much energy to remain angry and sad! One day I realised this, that I must have been barely a speck of this person’s world and that was so long ago, and I still kept dedicating so much of my life to them, feeling for them, even if was hatred and anger. And I came to realise that I had given them enough of my life. I closed my eyes one day and said a prayer. I told them in my prayer that I forgive them, that I forgive myself, and that I wanted to forget the whole experience and become me again without traces or stains of their existence in my life. You know what? It was the best thing I could have done for ME to make my life about myself and not the people that have hurt me.

10. Money is the world’s most renewable resource. There’s no glory in being the richest man in the graveyard.

Mark Bouris once said that in business you don’t want to hire a man who has always produced a positive result, who has always managed to make his company profit. You want to hire the man who has had nothing, possibly being bankrupt due to his own mistakes – but that has managed to build himself back up. Money has a way of always renewing itself, so it’s not worth all the effort and value we place on losing it. Personally, I think we risk far too many valuable things like relationships, health, and true happiness to attain or maintain money. Eventually we will all die, and our deathbed it will probably be more comforting to have your loved ones by your side rather than the knowledge that in a bank somewhere there sits a big dollar figure associated with your name.

11. Do unto others as you would like have done unto you.

Every religion and most human philosophies will rephrase this in different words and attribute this concept to one of millions of God-like figures. That’s irrelevant, but the concept is more about the preservation of humankind, of our humanity, and of our own self-esteem. It actually comes naturally to most human beings from a very young age, but later it becomes a conscious choice of our own integrity. Mark de Moss defines integrity as, “Integrity is not what we do when it serves us. It is who we are in the dark and how we treat people when it makes no difference to us”. That’s one thing that would benefit anyone (and everyone) to learn, I think.

12. To be a man is to be responsible; to be ashamed of miseries you did not cause; to be proud of your comrade’s victories; to be aware, when setting one stone, that you are building a world.

Somewhere in the past century we all got so caught up in the various human rights movements that a corrupted self-entitled attitude came to develop from it and a lot of us came to forget about responsibility.

13. You have to tolerate the caterpillars if you want to see the butterflies.

Another Antoine de Saint-Exupery quote. Life isn’t always easy and it’s unreasonable to expect it to always be. Sometimes you just have to stay focused on what’s coming or what you want to come next.

14. Let every occasion be a great occasion.

Yes, a lot of the things I’m sharing above are of course not mine but things I’ve learnt from others. Some things I’ve learnt from experience; most are out of a book called ‘Success through a Positive Mental Attitude’, co-written by Napoleon Hill; some from my theological study; and some are probably from Oprah or the Dr. Phil show! There’s no shame in how you came to learn a thing, only that it is valuable to your own life somehow.

On camaraderie

The rape and death of Jill Meagher in the last fortnight has brought to our attention some things we take for granted in Australia: that it’s not safe in the streets late at night when you’re walking home on your own, especially if you’re a woman. Now, lets assume that we have only just realised this, what now? Yes, we could focus in about how unfair it is that a bad person went and hurt an innocent woman, or focus in about Australia become more unsafe than we previously thought it was. But I wonder if this realisation could in fact serve to inspire positive change, and in fact inspire something that becomes ingrained into our culture and our human social conscience: camaraderie.

When we realised that climbing mountains was dangerous, we went on to recommend spotters. We have spotters when we bench-press weights. We recommend hiking partners. Essentially most activities and sports that have an inherent sense of danger in it make use of the “buddy system”, where one or more people in a group mutually monitor and assist each other. Now, in some cultures the concept of mutually caring and helping the other doesn’t need a name, it is a social expectation. Looking after and caring about and for our friends is a social responsibility most people take on themselves even if they weren’t directly taught it by schools or families. But perhaps the time has come for us to be actively teaching this concept, maybe even as a (social) health promotion strategy.

There are some places in the world that have a higher incidence of crime than others, but even in the “safest” of places, there are still times when crime is more likely to occur than others. A lot of violent crimes happen at night. A lot of crime occurs where they are lots of people gathered. A lot of crime occurs in the context of alcohol or drugs… And so finally back to why Jill Meagher’s tragic story made me think of all this. Of course she did not deserve what happened to her. And of course none of the friends she went out with did anything wrong; they only did what seemed normal to them. And my proposition is that we as a society promote a new kind of normal. Her friends may have offered to take her home and she may politely refused, but rather than place blame on anyone other than the criminal that killed her, I propose we learn from this story and make some changes to prevent other people suffering the same fate as this woman. Lets make camaraderie as common as going out and having a fun time with your friends. Lets promote a social responsibility amongst people, friends we go out for a drink and a laugh with at least. Have it as a rule, even if it’s no longer an instinct in our society, that we care for the people we hang out with when we go out.  That we care from the minute they leave to go hang out with us, and that we care enough also to ensure they get back home safely.

On excuses, reasons, and choice

I met someone some time ago who had some personality features I didn’t quite like. We were close for a time and so I told her that some of the things she did bothered and sometimes even hurt me. She told me that it was all because that’s just how she was, that that’s how she had turned out after been raped as a teenager by her father. Of course, that is a terrible thing to happen to anyone and I know it takes a lot of courage to tell your own story. And, of course, I also realise that childhood sexual abuse really does mess you up in so many ways! The strangeness of this particular situation was that this friend said to me fairly often “that’s just how I am” and reminded me about her father. I knew; I wasn’t going to forget what she had told me – it was something deeply serious! However, after so many times that she told me that that’s how she is and it’s due to the childhood sexual abuse she had suffered, I remembered that she wasn’t the only person this had happened to. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a very sad and disturbing thing and every single person this happens to will experience it differently and will be affected differently by it in the long-term. However, I felt that with me she was using it as an excuse for her behaviour so as to avoid apology, or – God forbid – change.

I have known a very many people who have been sexually abused as children and not everyone was as mean as this ‘friend’ was to me; they weren’t obligated to be mean by reason of their terrible experiences. When I remembered this, and at the last straw with this friend, I walked away from it all. Yes, I know that people with histories of abuse in childhood are more likely to have a personality disorder in adulthood than those who never had those experiences. And yet I also believe in the human potential for change. I know that you can take away every choice from a child when he is abused. I also know that at some point a child becomes and adult and all adults have the choice to continue to be victims to the past or to progress from there. It’s a choice. My friend wasn’t without awareness of how her personality and the things she said and did hurt others (myself included), and she was a very smart woman academically and creatively. When I told her that something she did or said hurt me, she didn’t say “I’m sorry. I will try not to do it again”. No, she would say, “that’s just how I am. You know with what my dad did to me”. Yes, I knew that. I also knew he wasn’t currently doing that her; she was no longer a victim, she was just choosing to continue to wear the victim cloak as an excuse not to alter her adult behaviour. Finally, it hurt me too much to continue to be her friend when she found it easier to say “this is how I am” than to alter her behaviour to prevent hurting those that were simply trying to be a good friend to her.

On making "the unhappy" happy - Part 2/2

Of the war veterans I meet with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and depression, do you know what they value most in their lives? Not finding a “cure” for PTSD and depression, but just appreciating and being able to be with the people in their lives. They accept very courageously – not cowardly – the goals of treatment of these disorders: minimizing symptoms, moving forward from the last exacerbation, and decreasing the number of further exacerbations. They don’t seek a cure, though of course if it were feasible, they’d pay any price to have it. But why fight futile battles? So, I say again that they very courageously choose to expend their energies on the things that matter instead: love, productivity, enjoyment. But before you assume that I am making a claim such as “there is no cure for depression”, let me clarify that that is not the broad statement that I am making.

I used to think, naively, that once I fell in love, once someone loved me and I had someone to share my life with, I’d be happy. I wondered why the people I met who had the things that I thought would bring me happiness weren’t happy. How could they be depressed when they had a partner, children, a job they didn’t hate, generally good physical health, etc.? Why hadn’t the love they had in their loves not cured their depression? Because lack of love didn’t bring about the depression, nothing that was correctable did. Yes, they had love; but completely unrelatedly they also had a mental disorder. Finally I realized why people give flowers to sick relatives in hospital: the flower isn’t meant to “cure” the illness, just make it more tolerable by giving you that warm feeling inside that you’re not alone and reminding you that people care about you.

In persons who have become depressed or suffering PTSD as a result of some psychological social trauma, there is nothing in this world that can erase the memories and/or the cognitive processes that get programmed into your brain. Remarkably, though, a human being can go about their lives being perfectly functional and socially involved despite these demons we carry around in our head. When you have a chronic depression or PTSD of this kind, the best you can wish for is not being “cured”, but having people around you who understand you and stick with you on the journey. Not even “love” can erase the inner hell we experience with these mental disorders, but love can motivate the people around us to give us the all vital support and understanding. Conversely, if you find yourself in a relationship with a person who has depression or PTSD or a similar complaint, you will only hurt yourself by believing that your role is to bring about “cure”; it’s not. Your role is no different to that of anyone else who ever loved: to love, to give (including understanding), to receive, and to share life together.

On what I've been doing

Mexibunny and me :)

I’ve been a bit erratic in my postings the last few weeks and I’d like to take this time for a confession-type activity. Writing, and especially this blog, is my passion. Self-expression, more rightly, is what drives me, and writing is the tool I feel most able at using. So when I write, I write because it makes me feel good to express myself. In the last few weeks there have been some things that have interrupted my usual weekly spiel. Basically, here’s a list of the things that have been taking up my time (and this I am sharing for my own selfish benefit in that it helps me sort through my priorities:

Exams

Oh gosh, there are only two things you need to study any field in life: time and memory. Really, that is all. They tell you that ability to reason is the key, but the truth is that at the end of the day our knowledge is evaluated not by someone inspecting our brains and seeing the cognitive connections we make when problem-solving, but by exams. A question for which an answer has already been assigned as right is asked. You want to pass an exam, you have to know the answer to the questions. That’s it. That’s life. How you memorize or acquire that knowledge is not important when it comes to assessments; answers, results are. Ha!

I have been studying for RACGP exams. I don’t know whether I passed or not, but right now in my life it makes little difference. In a few weeks when I know my results it will matter, but then even then, it won’t for too long. If I pass, well, I just move on with the next step. If I fail, well, I just move on with the next step, which is to study some more to take the exam again. That’s it. Everything else makes little difference. Whether I am excited or disappointed, expectant or nonchalant, makes no difference at all.

Trying my hand at new relationships

So the RACGP exams were the biggest exams of my life so far, no doubt about it. On the morning of this exam, at 3am, someone who I thought may be a worthy person in my life calls to ask a favour. Can I give them a ride to the airport? Yes, some people are considerate; others only know how to take from those of us “too nice” to let ourselves get walked on. This relationship made me realise that perhaps I am too accepting of others, that I do settle for too little, that as long as I allow others to be ok with only taking and taking from me, they will continue to do so. I have never thought that we waste our time with other people, but this relationship truly pushed me to almost believe this. I guess I can only call it not a waste of time by realising that it taught me that people like this exist  - and that I want to stay away from them.

Friends

Making friends is hard; keeping friends is even harder. When we were children all we needed to make a friend is to have them be in the same vicinity as us, and all we needed for them to remain our friends is to do the things they like, avoid things they dislike, and to apologize when we got it wrong. It’s harder as an adult. But it is so rewarding. When a friend wants to spend time with me, at my insistence or theirs, I always oblige to make it happen. It’s always a rewarding experience.

New nephew

What is it about babies? For the first few days they all look the same and do (and don’t do) the same things. You see one baby picture and you’ve seen them all, right? And yet, we can all find something about these little beings to love. Love? Yes, this is the amazing thing about humanity! We love those who offer us nothing in return, those whose only take and take and give essentially nothing in return, those about whom there is nothing “special”. And yet we all have a sense that they are unique and special human beings, full of potential, innocent, charming, entertaining, and worthy of our love, care, and protection. That’s it, that’s why babies give us that warm, fuzzy feeling.

I have a baby nephew, one of thousands born on the same day as him. What’s special about him? He does all the things that human babies do. What’s special about him is that he doesn’t need to be special, all he has to do is be the recipient to our affection and love. He asks no questions and he sets no conditions, if you want to love him he will not stop you from doing so. That’s his gift, that’s what he gives us. The bible rightly said that there is more joy is giving than receiving. It’d be good if my little nephew could love me, but the fact that I’m allowed to love him and shower him with affection is a gift to myself.

My “daughter” being sick

Mexibunny, my little pet, has been destroying my house. More recently, she has also hurt her ear so I’ve had to pay her a little more attention. She’ll be ok and it’s only minor, but I am just like the worried mothers I see every day coming in to my consulting room with their mildly-ill children terrified that they’re suffering something graver.

Family

It’s strange, they’re always there, and yet there is just something about family that makes us aware that we can’t relegate them to second place. We could skip or pass up on anything, even once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, if the alternative is to see to your family. Nothing else can justify if, not work, possibly not even our own problems; when family must be seen they must be seen. At least, that is how it is in my family.

On me... and turning 30

It’s funny, if you ask some people who have really gotten to know me intimately they’ll tell you that I have several different personalities. These people have at times asked me who is the “real” Vanessa. I can tell you straight out that ALL of them are. If you’d met me some years ago and asked me to list the things that to me are the most important in life I would have told you: family, love, expression, enjoyment, spirituality, and work. If you met me at another point in my life I would have answered exactly the same thing – but in a different order! That is where my “inconsistencies” lie, but actually I am just very average J

The self-hating years

The single most hurtful thing ever said to me was “you’ve had a perfect life”. Yeah, it was hurtful because it was said by someone close to me who obviously didn’t know me much at all. I don’t believe there are such things as perfect lives or perfect childhoods, everyone does the best with what they’re given. I don’t know if I am (or was?) autistic to a degree, but I never really connected with anyone as a child. And it didn’t bother me to have no friends; I was quite happy in my own inner world, my make-believe play, and reading books to learn something that interested me. At age 10 I was faced with circumstances that are actually very common in most cultures but that I would never wish upon anyone. As a result of this I lost the ability to trust, to believe, to feel safe and worthwhile. From then on I started hating more than just my own physical self, but also my future self, believing that I deserved nothing good to ever come to me in my life. It was very draining, and my inner world grew increasingly darker and I became more and more self-deprecating.

At about the age of 20, after I had finished my undergraduate degree in science, the self-loathing and self-denial of my own need to be human finally climaxed. I started psychotherapy for the first time then. What came of it? My single greatest victory was to forgive those that had hurt me and to forgive myself for being hurt. It seems so miniscule and meaningless that I can summarise it in one sentence, but the amount of healing the simple act of swapping the words “sorry” for “thank you” is hardly able to be explained. I finally stopped apologising for being Vanessa, for allowing myself as a child to be hurt, and I stopped apologising for the simple fact of being alive. Instead I started to be grateful to be alive and I allowed myself to have (and not feel guilty about having) human needs of personal fulfilment and achievement. It was a very slow process to accept myself, to disrobe myself of the self-loathing, to finally become and be comfortable in being Vanessa in all my forms.

At 24 my curiosity and interest in spiritual matters brought me to commit to Christianity after having studied several theological and philosophical systems for many years. What lead me to finally make this commitment was that I came to understand that it’s ok to not be perfect, it’s human nature, and that the ability to feel connection to God is not barred to me or anyone else regardless of their past, present, or future. That was spiritual commitment and to some extent also fulfilment. During and after this time I also gradually learnt to not hate or feel ashamed of my physical appearance, of my lack of social skills, of my naivety, and of all these things I had for which I felt I couldn’t be like “normal” people. I guess in all this I may have eventually overshot the mark  :P

The self-loving years

I was around 26 before I could bear the thought of being ok with being seeing as me, as a complete and separate person of my own. I guess by that stage I had allowed people to get to know me, all aspects of me, and to become my friends who I could trust and expect some trust and caring in return. I grew more confident in many things also. I finally was not afraid or concerned to be seen for me. I was nearly 27 before I finally allowed myself to remove my clothes off in front of another human being – someone of my choosing and with my full consent. This part was the hardest step for me, the rest was quite easy. And in fact it probably got to be a bit too easy J

My mistake was that after I learnt to love myself, I probably started to love only myself. I started to consider romantic partners as purely things to increase my own enjoyment and happiness. They say that people with histories of abuse most often become either one of two things in their future relationships: the abuser or the abused. I had decided from when I was 20 and started therapy, that I would never again be a victim of abuse. And so here I was, playing out another role. I had never had a time in my life when I didn’t feel guilty about being alive, but maybe at times it would have been good to at least feel pity for others. Needless to say, several  partners later, I still wasn’t a winner. Despite me finally being able to love myself and form sort of bonds with others, I still hadn’t learnt what it was like to love others. I mean, of course, what it was like to be in love.

The loving years

Wait, having sex and making love aren’t the same things?... No. I eventually learnt that too. June 2010, or sometime after that, I fell in love for the first time in my life! How did I know it was different? Because I found myself missing someone else, wanting someone else’s approval, feeling safe and confident to be associated with someone, feeling a part of something very special. It didn’t last long and I was a different kind of sad to what I’d previously known when it ended. But you know what bothered me most about it ending? Because after all those years it had taken me to convince myself that I was a worthy human being, the overwhelming message I was getting was that I wasn’t worthy of another being’s sacrifice to be with me. My partner wouldn’t sacrifice any of the things I would have sacrificed in a heartbeat to be with them. And that hurt me so much. It was like being told all over again that I wasn’t a worthy human being. But this time I didn’t believe it for long, because sometimes all you can do is let go and remember that regardless of what someone may think of me, I am still Vanessa.

And then the unthinkable happened and I fell in love for the second time in my life. Wow! What a blessing it was. It was beyond what I had ever imagined;  my new love met and exceeded every standard I ever had. This was truly the love of my life, the one person you could have sworn was fabricated purely using every guideline for a good person I had in my mind. Words can’t do this story justice. Of course, I was in love with this person so you’d be right in saying I am biased, but I didn’t care what anyone had to say. The only approval I needed in this world was from this one person . Truly, never have I felt so secure, so safe, so myself, so part of something greater than special, than when I was part of this partnership. Then the worst thing happened! The worst thing to have happened to me at this moment in time after what I’ve been through, I mean. There were reasons for it, but I was left alone again. I only wish I had been given a chance to correct my flaws, that whatever good was at first seen in me (what I think I see in myself too) would have been worthy of another chance, of a sacrifice. Or am I really not as worthy as I think I am?

The years of being loved

I hope in future to be loved, but it’s not enough just to be loved here and now. I hope to have someone fall in love with me truly, to want me, to wish to be with me, and that this wish is enough to motivate the things every successful relationship needs: compromise and self-sacrifice. I am worth it, right? I think I am. It’s been 30 years, and I’m ready to be loved the way I eventually learnt to love too. I am ready for so many things. But I am ready mostly to say that only God can judge me for my life.

On friendship / giving and receiving

You know what is a good friend? A friend that is always giving (of their time, attention, efforts, etc). You know what is a bad friend? One who always seems to be taking and taking and never giving anything (usually material things) in return. What do you call a person who sometimes gives, but just doesn’t seem to take anything at all from you? I don’t know, but they’re not usually called a friend. 

I used to wonder some time ago why I was never the kind of friend my ‘friends’ called on to help get them out of a tight spot, to lend them money, or just to vent  when everything crashed to pieces. Often I would hear through other mutual friends about how their relationships had broken up, they had won an award, or they’d been in a minor car accident, etc. I was often left with this little numb wondering of ‘why didn’t they tell me?’ or ‘why didn’t they call me?’ And I would feel a little rejected and sad to have been left out of a kind of major life event. I would recede into myself and wonder: 'am I such a bad person that they wouldn’t think to tell me?, to ask for my help?; or do they not like me?, am I considered of no use?' As you can see, I was aiming these comments toward myself mostly rather than the other person. And as I thought about these things, I began to distance myself from these ‘friends’ of mine. I questioned our whole relationship, and the feeling of rejection did not do my self-esteem any good.

Still, I could never figure out why I was never the friend people sought for when people I considered friends needed “a friend”. Until one day I figured it out: I never called any of my alleged friends when things, semi-major events, happened in my life. I either receded into myself and put up the fight (or celebration) on my own, or I spoke only to my mother about it. It wasn’t that I didn’t find my friends worthy of the knowledge or of sharing my victories or defeats, it was more to do with pride, I guess. "You want to have nothing in life that you’re proud of? Let yourself be guided by your pride." Pride is like a fear of falling, so it stops you from reaching too high. Healthy pride, good pride, is probably better called gratitude and self-efficacy. Good pride is an after-the-fact quality; that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean more the pride/fear to be seen as vulnerable, as needing, as wanting, as human. One day I read that to have good friends, you have to be a good friend. I always thought I was a good friend, willing to give to others when they were in need, listening when they needed to be heard, sharing some advice, looking out for their wellbeing, etc. But my friends were never there when I needed something not because they were bad people, but because I was too proud to let them in.

There’s a bible verse that says that there is more happiness in giving than in receiving. Sure, but we all know that there is also something very pleasant in receiving!  That’s right, there is happiness in both. And what any good relationship, any friendship or partnership, needs is both giving and receiving. Sometimes we give our friends a present, something to cheer them up or make them feel good. We feel good in return, right? A happy friend means a happy me, means a healthy relationship. But how about sometime letting our friend also share in the happiness of giving, allowing them give us a gift, being grateful for their effort, validating their efforts and gesture of camaraderie? Of course, I am not talking just about material gifts. I mean allowing ourselves to be human, to admit our need and desire of friendship, of companionship, of another human being to share our load and cheers with. Trust me, if you know anything about human pride, this is actually very hard! We become proud, stern, often as a result of being hurt in the past, or disappointed. We want to convince ourselves and others that we can’t be hurt again. We want to block out the bad – and we end up blocking out the good too. We punish ourselves and others by creating a wall of perceived invincibility. But it’s actually easier to be invincible if you have an army of comrades rather than take the world on by yourself.

So what more can I say to encourage you to be a little more vulnerable, a slightly better friend? You are human, don’t be scared to be mistaken for one. And there’s a paradoxical rule with love: it’s the only known substance that the more of it you give away, the more you end up having.