Hiya @Chris ,
You've been very much on my mind over the last couple of weeks. I hope you're doing well, mate.
Actually, if I'm scrupulously truthful, I hope you're constructively engaged in this quandary you've raised. I strongly believe that wrestling with the angel (if you'll accept the metaphor) is the only way through the pillar of fire to see the path beyond. Our *own* path. As I see it, we (society) tend to console and comfort and cosset each other, to our own collective detriment. We offer advice (my comments earlier in this thread were misconstrued; I was talking about dissipative advice as empty and meaningless, not my own posts; I'm arrogant enough to believe that my own posts have as much value as anyone else's) and -- my issue with most professional capital-h Helpers -- try to imprint our own reality, expectations and perceptions over the top of someone's native response to the world, thinking that might be "good" for them and might resolve their confusions or inner sense of shortcomings.
I think it's twaddle. In my experience of the world, people's advice-giving is often (mostly?) for their own reassurance or self-validation. People may be genuine in wanting to help, but intended or otherwise, the implicit message of advice is to say you're not sufficient.
I'm thinking a life worth living has to be based on a belief that you (oneself) are sufficient. We may not be complete, or at ease, or feeling on top of things, but we are sufficient. Valid. Worth being alive.
I've had a lot of people in my life -- parents, siblings, "friends", employers, teachers -- whose relationship to me was conditional upon my validating them, and being compliant with their wishes. Apart from being a source of pain and sadness, it's had the negative effect of training me to the belief that I am insufficient, and that I need to live by other people's precepts in the hope of being okay (Hope? Baahh!!), or at the very least in the hope of having companions in my days. But it was a false bargain -- such people are selfish and greedy by their nature -- and in my experience, when I was in genuine need, these people were nowhere to be found. That in turn trained me in the thought that I was valueless, and undeserving, and not safe in life. In short, that my life is not, in itself, worth living.
But in truth, that's because, I'm coming to learn, I'm not living it. I'm living other people's, through their own dreams and expectations, conditions and demands. It's been difficult, challenging that. I've relied so much on people telling me I'm OK (or not!), that I really can't hear my own voice anymore. And I've become used, after interactions with these leeches, to feeling crappy about mysef, and mistaking that for the truth.
It's a painful process. The people I thought were friends have sailed off in search of richer ports, every single one of them. As soon as I stopped being their puppet, and letting them live their life through me, they had no further use for me. That's been a very hurtful experience, and although there's some consolation in realising how hollow they were as people, there's also some considerable sadness in thinking that I settled for such a hollow life myself. And it seems to validate the thought that I was so schooled in, that I have no inherent value, that the only thing I could offer was in value-adding to them. I'm ever-so-slowly learning that that is not a Truth, and in fact is not true in any way. But for me, it's totally dependent on hearing my own voice, recognising it, and trusting it. I long for the day when I might start remembering my dreams.
Does it make my life worth living? Frankly, no, not yet. But I'm starting to feel, really feel, that it's my own soul's measure that counts in this. The truth's not out there; I'm learning that, for me at least, it lies within.
Most of all, @Chris , I wish you peace. And to every one of us as well.