I will never understand why some people who struggle in life are content in their misery when there are things they can do to improve themselves. I’m not talking about anyone specific, but a purely general observation of people that have wandered in and out of my life over the years. I used to think it was a form of pride, much like my self. They just didn’t want to accept that they were the cause of all of their problems, and instead it was easier to cast blame on everyone else, but now getting into my studies I’m not so sure.
It’s true everyone has the choice and opportunity to better themselves, but for some that choice is blurred by chronic disease whether mental or physical. They quite literally can’t help but continue the patterns that make themselves miserable, and unfortunately the majority of the time those patterns include avoidance of proper treatment for their disease. I’ve always been a fairly compassionate individual, but learning about the way the human mind functions inspires a different emotion. I don’t want to say it’s not compassion, and it’s not pity by the clear definition of the word, but it does fall under the realm of understanding.
I mean, it’s ignorant to be angry with some one for having and displaying symptoms of a chronic disease, which in turn inspires compassionate actions. But it also inspires a sadness, Maybe that’s more of my NbP (that’s my own term, Narcissism by Proxy. The learned behaviors I inherited from my narcissistic mother which I am currently working to reverse) where I feel that because I’ve reached a higher level of recovery through specific methods, I believe everyone should try such methods. I only want the best for people, but sometimes wanting the best is actually harmful in the end.
I’m slowly starting to realize that. Maybe it’s just something that comes with maturity, or experience? Or maybe the humility to accept my own faults has given me a different perspective on others who constantly struggle. I don’t really know.