When Is It Enough?
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Our lives are in moments. This means that they are fleeting. I always hear others tell me, "I would rather be happy, when will it be enough? I don't want to ask for help." I never thought much about this question until recently. I am a firm believer of fighting for the things you want and asking for help only if it is absolutely necessary. However, I'm also a hypocrite. I must admit that all my life, I rarely asked for help. I would much rather figure it out on my own. No matter how long it took, I would always try to work around the situation I was given. Perhaps this is due to my anxiety, or maybe it's me trying to take control of being independent instead of always having to lean on another individual. I have never been the type of person to ask for help. This is both good and bad. I acknowledge that there are times that asking for help seems like nothing. But in my mind, I see it as a way to burden the other person without trying to. I am trying to k