What is the balance between feeling guilty for fullfilling our own lives, dreams, and desires and our obligation to help those less-fortunate?
Do we inherit an obligation to help those around us in need? Does this obligation make us less deserving of our own preservation and self-fullfillment? What, if any, is the center-line?
I have struggled with this question (q's) for some time.
Perhaps this is more of a question of obligation to a struggling family member than it is a question about charity. I have, for the past 22 years, worried and lamented about my younger brother's well-being. He has been to jail from the result of drug-use. He has spent over 15 months of his life in jail. Seven years later he has managed to be completely drug-free. He has looked healthy and participated in outdoor sports.
Recently he has lost his decent job and does not look healthy. I fear that he has gone back to his old ways. I am not sure I could bear to go through the pain again. I am at a loss here.
I guesss my main question is: How much respsnibility must we bear to help out a loved-one-in-need? Can we, as adults, continue in some fashion, enjoy our own successes? Do we own the responsibility to help them even without their asking?
Where does the balance lie? Or is it a delicate question?
I am at a loss. My heart is heavy. I feel guilty for wanting to persue my own adventures. I feel helpless. My thoughts are clouded here.
Any advice, clarification, or insight would be very helpful.
Thanks for your consideration.