Support brings to my mind scaffolding. I don’t like the word
support. Support evokes a state of helplessness, a needy state. I don’t ever
want to be in such a state yet without the mostly unasked support I got in
life, I won’t be where I am. Between getting support and giving I’d rather
give. My husband reminds me that we are all interdependent and this is the way
it was meant to be. I guess so, and it’s true. Without the wind a bird cannot
fly for all the freedom she exhibits.
As a first born I think I have been there for the family
more than I might have been had I not been a first born. My husband too is a
first born. Maybe, having played a supportive role most of my life I find it
hard to be in a state when I am the needy one. Switching gears, I seek the
support of my accompanists and that of the audience without which my art may
wither out. Without the support of my Monday group I wouldn’t have probably
submitted my piece to the Modern Love section of The Sunday Times. I guess, no
woman can be an island unto herself. Even if she is, here too the land is
supporting her.
Withholding of support intrigues me. There are those who wait
for which way the wind blows before they decide to add their support. They have
the means but wait on the sidelines because on their own they cannot decide on
the merit of a cause.
The opposite of support is sabotaging. Even friends can be saboteurs.
Remember the expression, “with friends like this who needs enemies?”
Ciao!
Ro.
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