This is a short one. I would not like to go into details because I have come to embrace the fact that whatever life throws at us, having a thick skin to accommodate it heals. Guess what, growing up was hell already. All the hustle and bustle got me into a game of Suicide. I have tried reconsidering and facing life squarely. You know, sometimes we feel this is a face of life that will pass by. Other times, it feels like “You came into this world by a mistake”.
Crap! Who cares? If they did, they would have thought about it before uttering certain comments, they would have been more careful with their actions, they would have asked before judging, they would have thought of the pain and depressing moments you will go through. I have been accused of many things in my life but having a thick skin has never been one of those things. In fact, more often than not, I’ve been told that I’m just one of those who take what belongs to another, one of those who has no heart. I prefer to think of it as sensitive to the people around me, their needs and our shared goals.
That said, I’ve spent years trying to figure out how to develop a thicker skin. Years of wondering why a colleague, family member, trusted friend, an old friend, a church brother or sister, family relation, a boss, a supervisor, senior member, management, siblings will vilify you. It’s always tough dealing with this situation alone. It is when a trustee betrays you. You lose your sense of purpose, depression starts knocking on your door gradually. You start to lose your senses and then, death lays it’s icy hands on you.
I admire people who live above it; you know the ones – where criticism or abrasive comments leave nary a nicked or wounded ego. My heart goes out to all who have gone through this and those still going through this. We are strong and brave. Let’s continue to pray for strength to accommodate all these.