Aida Zabidi
Sometimes I watch him, day in day out. 

I watch him in the grip of his addiction, how he rages against himself the need of the drug, of the escape he wants from life. Sometimes I wonder what life has done to him to make him hate it so much – the hold of the drug seems to revolve around his inability to cope with everyday living. 

Is it cruel to live, when you struggle with life itself? 

I am only an outsider, but I see the war he wages with himself. 

It is a struggle I cannot begin to understand, for I do not have the privilege to know him that well, nor do I presume to do so. I do not know where the drug ends and where the internal problems begin. 

It seems baffling almost to see someone with so much going for him to struggle so much. 

I wonder if there is anything I could do to help at times, and I wonder if help would be welcome at all. I wonder if he would lash out at my intention, or shut me out entirely – and I wonder if this his own personal hell that he has to walk through on his terms, in his own time. 

I have always believe that God does not give one more than what he or she is capable of, but it does seem like He feels like he is capable of a lot, and perhaps he does not see it himself, or chooses to keep himself blinded from his potential. 

I can only watch, and it is painful.
1 Response
  1. Anonymous Says:

    It is lust. Intoxication is d addiction. In d many of it form. U kno wut it is. People escape it in d many of its way.


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