the baby blues

My family. Whew. They're the rock...sometimes they're the storm. Right now one in particular is brewing a little storm of his own.
I love my brother so much.
I'm so sad for him. I'm worried about him.
I'm worried about his life. And I thought this was a phase...something he was experimenting with. But now I'm not sure. I feel helpless~I don't know what to say to him or what to do to help him. I know he's trying to find himself, find his own rhythm...but he's too bogged down by someone else's rhythm to breathe. He's this little shithead who won't lift a damn finger to help himself or anybody else. And Geoff is a good person. He used to be such a great guy, full of life...full of compassion, full of love. And now I don't really know him. I want to be able to take care of him, but I don't know what that looks like because I don't know what he needs.
I know it's not helping him to be taken care of by a habitual liar, someone who wouldn't know the truth if it bit her in the ass. She's just feeding his desire to screw 'the man' and anyone else who wants anything for him. I'm not saying Geoff needs a wife, a college degree, a 9-5 job with a white-picket fence and 2.7 kids. But he needs something. Something to get up everyday for. Something he can be proud of, something he can do.
And that's what makes me sad...because I don't know if he has that. It's like he's shut everything off, everything of what he used to be and he's just running. Which I understand, to a point. But at somepoint, he's got to start paying his own way in life. Start paying to run...because even that is not free and the world doesn't owe him any favors.
I'm scared for him because I know he's on the edge where we could lose him forever. I feel like there has to be something I can do. I don't want to save him, but I want him to see he is worth saving...he can save himself.
And maybe that's the thing...maybe I'm just being selfish, and I want him to be okay for me...and if that's the case, I can't be sorry...because I do miss him, I miss my little brother. But I don't want to watch him throw his life away. And I realize he may be just in a phase. A longer one than we thought.