Tough Pills
People often ask, drugs or injections?
I am not the biggest fan of needles, I always picked pills. I still would pick pills. The only thing that keeps me steady when it comes to needles piercing my skin is the thought that I’m a grown-up now, I can’t be jumping up and down, and I have a reputation to uphold.
I noticed that lately, I’m not as comfortable taking pills as I used to be. I don’t fall sick easily, I like to say that I am as healthy as a horse.
But, I had to take a pill recently and even though I didn’t want to, I still swallowed it because I knew it was good for me once I could get past that phase.
It made me wonder, why then is it that when it comes to character changes and things related it then becomes difficult
Tough pills are tough to swallow. That might seem like a bit of a redundant statement. I don’t know, take it however you want.
I just couldn’t think of a better way to put it.
I’ve always been someone who has the line of thoughts that, even though I’m not a fan of cliches, cliches are cliches for a reason. There’s a certain amount of truth to them. And I think the same thing goes for tough pills.
They are difficult to swallow because they are tough. And most of the time it comes in the form of truth.
One thing that I’ve always considered a relatively important thing in my relationship with someone is how they handle it when you tell them the truth, or how much of the truth you can express to them.
I have people that I can outrightly just call them out and be like, what you’re doing is not right, this is crazy, etc.
And there are others where I have to watch what I say, how I say it, or if I even say it to begin with.
Recently, I had to go out of my way to mention what I consider the truth to someone. But I couldn’t fully express myself because I just knew that the person wouldn’t be able to handle it.
For me, it was because I wanted more for said person. I have seen this person, I know the potential that they hold. And watching them be anything but that is just painful to watch.
Oftentimes, I’m surrounded by people who want the best out of life, people who are relatively ambitious, who, to a fair extent know what they want, and are on the path of achieving that.
So to watch somebody close to me struggle a bit was hard.
And here’s the thing, it’s okay to be a little confused once in a while. We’ve all been there. I know that I’m lucky enough to have figured out what I want to do with my life very early on. But not everybody has that privilege and I always accord them that respect in that regard.
But to watch this person be that way, out of sheer negligence, so to say, it wasn’t exactly comfortable with me. And I truly had to make a tough call about, whether would I say something or not. How would they take it?
Surprisingly enough, they took it pretty well, better than I gave them credit for. And in as much as I didn’t say everything on my mind, I’m pretty sure I got the bulk of the message passed across.
The crazy thing about the stage of life that we are in is, we’re all young and vibrant and there’s just so much experience in life.
And while they say that you have your whole life ahead of you, nothing is chasing you, I think that there should be a bit of a balance to it in the sense that you can take your time if you’re on the right path. But if not, you might have to work a bit more in figuring that out rather than just focusing on trying to enjoy the type of youthfulness.
I was talking to a someone the other day, the person is quite older than I am, and he was saying that when he was in school slash his youth, he enjoyed several things.
I was making fun of myself that I don’t think I have any of those adventurous or crazy stories to tell anyone coming behind me or even my kids.
But one thing I realized in that conversation was that I was at peace with where I was.
I was comfortable knowing that I didn’t have those adventures, not because they were morally right or not, and that’s a different standpoint entirely, but more because I enjoyed my time in school.
I had a family. I felt loved and I was able to love as well. I had people who I looked up to and people who looked up to me. For me, I felt like my life was complete. And isn’t that what matters anywaythe whole crux of it? For you to have peace and fulfillment looking back at whatever you did. Now that may come in different expressions. But still, it is what it is.
Coming back to the tough pill part.
I put myself in my friend’s position, how easily would I accept it if someone pointed out something that I’ve always known to be the truth, to be wrong?
It’s not going to be easy, but that is part of what brings growth. That is part of character development, being able to accept the tough things and make changes on it.
It’s never really pretty, it’s hard.
I just echoed in my mind that if I’m ever in their shoes, I have to be a good sport and take whatever constructive criticism it is, just as well as they did.
It just also softened up my heart a little bit to know that there is someone out there who is open to constructive criticism and takes it well. And it is a quality to learn.
There are always qualities to learn in people around us. We just have to make sure that we’re picking up the good ones.
Anywho, until next time keep spreading nothing but love and keep reaching for the stars.