An Elastic Man

An Elastic Man

Uff! Sighs someone at their backyard, after sitting there looking past through everything for an hour. Who knows what might they be thinking of or be going through? If you’ve encountered that someone, maybe he/she might be an elastic man. They might be someone loaded with hefty responsibilities and stresses or someone who is on a humble pursuit for happiness. “Don’t grow it’s a trap” Jettie quoted it beautifully, life was much happier back when we were kids I guess. With your parents to lean on and you not having to care for anything, life seemed easy and happy back then. But life happened, didn’t it? We had to grow, and unwillingly accept that we are adults if not at least kids anymore.

If you’re in your early twenties certainly you must have realized that it’s hard to be an adult and even more to live up to it. Yes, it is responsibility as an adult that I’m talking about–one as a son or a daughter, a boyfriend or a girlfriend, a husband or a wife, a brother or a sister and the list goes on and on. Don’t you think it might have been easier if not less complex for one to be responsible if he/she had responsibility as a son/daughter only and not as a boyfriend/ girlfriend or a brother/sister? I guess it would, but we can’t omit relationships altogether can we? Unlike excelling at a particular skill and being a master of it, responsibility as an adult demands one to be a jack of all. In general, we master at some and are not even jack at others.

As we are quite busy simply living our lives, we are subconsciously trying to fulfil all forms of responsibility as an adult towards others. In fact, life as a whole is a struggle to be responsible and when you can’t be responsible enough, expectations aren’t really met–it’s when stresses take over. I find, the stress strain curve of a material very much relevant to the stress strain curve for a man–if there exists any. The only difference in the latter the strain being not an elongation per unit length but our reaction to the stress. We all have our own proportional limits, the points up to which our reaction to stress is linear. We have our own elastic limits, beyond which we can’t really guarantee if our reactions will not be worth regretting later. The elastic limit varies from person to person and depends on your stress handling capability. How elastic are you?

When stresses are beyond our elastic limits, we’re no more elastic enough to return to our original position. The original state could be a mindset we had earlier or simply a past that exists no more. Not a huge stress is needed anymore to create a plastic permanent deformation in a material and maybe not in our case too. The permanent deformation could leave us irrevocably despondent or with some ailment lifelong. Life is less of being a spectator of a series of crests and troughs but more of how we react to it. Nobody knows if the crest we’re facing toady will be a trough tomorrow if we’ll hold our nerves and merely react. Maybe, all we need is just a little patience.

Has been a while, that I wrote anything. I hope you’re safe and are happy.  Thank you for reading this, appreciate. J Amidst everything live, love, enjoy and never forget to laugh people <3 Good day!