The adviser finding solace.

When does the adviser become the advised?  It's so easy to become consumed in helping others with their lives, advising them what to do and in fact, forgetting that you have your own problems.  Unsolved problems to be specific.

The realisation that I was an adviser sunk in roughly two hours ago.  Whilst talking to a friend and being smug with myself for telling him to be happy, to enjoy time with the new girl in his life, I noticed, who is there to solve my problems?  So I told him everything.  My love situation, my ambitions, my art choices and perhaps overwhelmed him with the amount of strain I burdened on my shoulders for a nineteen year old.

However, it helped.  He helped me to put my problems into perspective and accept the fact that I could be happy, if I let my guard down once in a while.  Why could I so easily help others to open up and find love, when I myself was so void of self belief and the confidence to find my true love?  Overall I have learnt that, every once in a while, you need to release steam.  You need to stop pretending that others problems are more important than your own.  Even if they aren't third world problems and they sound trivial in your head, someone is bound to relate to this and will be able to help you.