A friend was wounded recently and I just wanted to make it better, but I didn't have what the person needed--I wasn't able to fix the situation. That felt really terrible. None of us like to see a good friend face pain or hurt in any way--we want life to be as good as possible for them.
There have been times in my life when I've been wounded. During those times, I sought advice and consolation from friends, but I never expected them to heal my wounds. In those situations, I knew that I had to find my own way out of the predicaments. Yet as I consider this most recent situation related to a wounded friend, my friend, unlike me, is blaming others for the predicament rather than seeing it as part of his course--his life story.
In most situations when this has occurred before to me or others, I knew that it was a temporary stage--a needed time of self pity before one regained the energy to see anew and make better. But in this case, it is a deeper situation because there aren't a lot of roadmaps for this predicament and there's an awful lot of pride involved. Plus the situation is not as private or quiet as one would want--it's a more public ordeal, and who wants their sad story to be so public. Most, I believe, are like me and want life's troubles to be more silent and private than publicly shared.
As I write about this, know my story does not specifically relate to one person or one incident, but instead is a conglomeration of multiple events meant to gain perspective on those times when people are unhappy, angry and stuck, times when we just want to make it better for them.
While I know I can't fix problems like these, I can be a good friend, a listener and a support. I know that for myself in times of trouble to simply know that someone is nearby brings great comfort and gives me the strength to move ahead. That's what I'll do. Onward.